Lidia
So I was amazed to come across this page. I've been kind of lurking for a few weeks and now have got up the nerve to share some of my own stories. I'm 22, half Iranian/half American with shoulder length, wavy, black hair, light mocha skin and brown eyes. I'm 5'3" and 123lbs. I look perfectly normal until people find out how accident prone I am. Ive always had struggles with toileting. It would probably be best if I still wore diapers but I'm stubborn and I hate feeling like a baby. I work part time at a preschool near my home and I swear, I still wet my pants more than any of my 10 3 year olds. I still carry a change of pants and panties in a in a backpack to work because I don't always get to the toilet in time. Sometimes I go a week or more with dry pants despite having a lot of close calls or a lot of small accidents from dribbling. Yesterday, after a whole week of staying dry all day, I suddenly needed to go potty really bad. I hadn't felt the urge coming on until I realized I was about to have a big accident in my pants. My classroom aide had gone to the kitchen to return the lunch dishes. The kids were playing and luckily didn't notice me squirming in my chair. I reluctantly pressed my hand over my vagina just in time to feel a big spurt escape and I teared up. I squeezed my legs together hard but then I dribbled some more and there was the all too familiar feeling of my pants growing warm and wet.Just then my aide returned and I quickly excused myself. I could hardly walk. I barely made it to the hallway before I started full on going pee-pee in my pants. I stood there feeling so helpless as urine streamed down my pants like a child and within seconds I was standing in quite a puddle. I started to cry. I was so embarrassed. I went to the bathroom and Sat on the toilet to try and finish but I had completely finished in my clothes. When I was able to stop crying, I went to the break room, my soaked pants pressing against my wet legs and vagina. I went back to the bathroom and peeled off my wet pants and panties. I remember thinking if only I was much older, wearing a diaper during the day would be acceptable again and it would be easier to stay dry. Once I had changed, I went back to my classroom. My supervisor was waiting. She immediately took in my new pants and quietly asked me to accompany her to her office. She then asked me why I waited too late to go potty and I tried not to cry when I admitted that ive always had struggles with going to the toilet in time and sometimes I can't help it, I still have accidents. She told me that she has realized that this has happened before and that it needs to not become a "problem" because it will confuse the kids, some of whom are still potty training. I assured her I would do better and that it wouldn't be a problem but I knew well that I've never gone more than maybe a week or two without an accident in my pants. My bladder just doesn't always cooperate. When i got off work at 2pm as usual, I went home, wondering how I was going to manage to start staying dry reliably. My problem has improved since I was a child when I frequently managed to wet my pants every day if not more often but it was still a problem. I went to my room to read for awhile and take my mind off things but the next thing I knew I was waking up with the all-too-familiar feeling of wet pants and blanket. I haven't stopped wearing diapers at night or for naps. I've never NOT needed a diaper at night. I still live at home with my parents and two teen siblings. Neither of them still wet their pants or bed like I do. I really do envy them. That night my dad said he wanted to take us out to eat. After a nice meal, we headed home and got stuck in unexpected construction. After awhile, I realized I needed to potty. I focused on holding but within minutes my stomach was tight and I was dribbling in my panties. I didn't realize I was squirming until my mom suddenly looked back and saw me holding myself between my legs. "Lidia, can you hold it?" She asked. I nodded just as I dribbled even more. The crotch of my panties was SO wet. Just then I peed some more and barely stifled a whimper. I was about to wet my pants in the car. My mom looked back again. "We'll be home soon. Try to hold on." The floodgates opened and I sat there helplessly soaking my pants. My cheeks went red and I whispered to my mom. I'm sorry, I had an accident." When we finally got home, I went to take a shower and get ready for bed. I peeled down my soaked underpants and pants and put them in the wash. I tried to finish in the toilet but only dribbled a tiny bit. After my shower, I put on my nighttime diaper and pajamas and soon fell asleep. We've realized that whenever I wet my pants during the day, I'm sure to wet my diaper at night. My bladder just gets tired out by the end of the day. I woke up suddenly at 4 am in a very wet diaper. But I also really had to go potty. I hurried downstairs, trying so hard not to pee. By the time I got to the bathroom I was really doing a potty dance and holding my vagina hard over my pajamas and soggy diaper. I dribbled then pulled down my pajamas. As I untaped the sides of my swollen diaper, I began to go potty in the diaper again. It was already very wet and I started leaking. Dribbles of pee-pee started coming out the leg openings which already sagged and trickling down my legs. A little puddle was left on the floor between my feet. When I had finished I dropped a very heavy diaper to the floor and changed out of my damp pajama pants. I wiped the pee drops off my vagina and my legs with wet wipes then changed into a dry diaper and pajamas pants. I went back to bed. I woke up at 9, wet again. If only I could figure out how to be dry more often. It's tiring being 22 and feeling like a child.
Portaloo Anguish
During my high school years, the boy I was dating like playfully sought to tease me. At one carnival the lines were long for a building of normal toilets. I told him I was ready to burst and I used one of the portaloos out front. I yanked the door open, pulled my cutoffs down and planted myself on the warm seat. After about half a minute he yanked the door open to see how I was doing. I had forgotten to pull the latch. He showed me off to I don't know how many others. I could have killed him!
Anna Beth
I Pooped Three Times Yesterday!
Hi! It's Thursday and I pooped three times yesterday.
I pooped once while I was getting ready for work. It was medium-length but thick. It smelled.
I pooped at work and it was urgent. I just felt a sudden, heavy feeling in my stomach and in my butt. I went to the toilet and let out a lot of soft, mushy poop. It was really nice.
Then later in the day I pooped another medium-length soft log.
But, alas, I have not pooped today!
Friday, July 25, 2025
Thunder
Response Leah. Public Pooing and Constipation
I have a neurological condition that , amongst other things gives me constipation and also affects my ability to type and text. This post is not an easy task! I take laxatives regularly and they are not predictable. Sometimes they do not work and other times they work too well . Sometimes a need suppositories which also have a degree of being unpredictable. Thus causes me to use toilets away from home be it works , customers and friends places and of course public toilets . I have no problems with this . I hsvd had to learn a long time ago there is no shame in shitting . Fortunately I am able to evacuate in a few to several minutes . On the subject of constipation I posted on page 2777 the post "!Acquatic Constipation " . I posted under the name then being " Constguy". Originally I was Thunder Down Under , then Constiguy and now and for a long time just Thunder .
Tricky
Trailhead Restroom
I just hiked a trail in another state a week ago and have a notable poop story resultant from it.
Me and a friend had just done a 6 mile hike and were on the way back to the trailhead. The trailhead had the only restroom present, and for the last mile or so, I'd been holding in a massive crap, the result of lots of bar-be-que consumption having made me constipated for the last 2 days. I'm used to pooping about 3 times a day, and I'd eaten many pounds of meat without much fiber intake to keep it moving when I'm used to eating 100+g of fiber a day, so I knew it was going to be a very novel sort of dump, different from what I'm used to producing.
By the time we got to the parking lot, I told my friend that I needed to "take a dump." He said he'd wait for me. We both entered the building, which had male and female restrooms on the right and left sides respectively, with a lounge, tables, and vending machine in the center. It was atmospheric with the aesthetics of a hunting lounge. air conditioned, and very nice. Two strangers sitting at a table greeted me as I entered the building, both middle-aged men, one fat, short, and bald, the other skinny, tall, and blonde.
Unlike most camp sites, this one had very modern and well-maintained facilities. I'd been to many camp sites where I had to use primitive toilets, or even doorless-stall and stall-less toilets, but this restroom was well-lit, air-conditioned, and reasonably private. It had a partitioned urinal near the sinks and two stalls with the normal one-foot gap at the bottom and small 1/4-inch or so gap between the door and cubicle walls.
I was alone in the bathroom, shut the door to the nearest stall, pulled down my pants all the way, and seated myself.
While the need to go felt very urgent, uncomfortable, and painful, nothing would budge. I pushed, grunted, and strained, breathing heavily in my effort.
About 5 minutes in, one of the men sitting at a table walked in. I could see him enter through the gap in the stall, the blonde skinny man, and it was obvious he knew it was me in the stall, since he saw me walk into the Mens' room and my shoes, pants, and ankles were visible to him as the lighting cast a silhouette shadow of me sitting on the toilet onto the floor, broadcasting what I was doing to anyone who saw the floor.
As he unzipped, waiting for his pee stream to start, I pushed and grunted again, letting out some gas.
*brrrrrrt*
Then came the mudslide...
*pluftshlpfphr-r-r-rpft-crackle-fluptshplftf-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
It was massive, sticky, wet, thick, ropey, and was forcing my buttcheeks apart as it smeared itself on out, as the guy who just greeted me minutes ago and saw me walk into the Mens' room was now awkwardly standing at the urinal next to me waiting for his pee stream to get going, with a silhouette of me on the toilet projected by the lighting onto the floor where he stood.
About 5 seconds into the loud and flatulent crackling echoing from the porcelain bowl I was seated upon, I finally heard the guy at the urinal start peeing, as his liquid stream splattered the urinal. The crackling noise the log of excrement sliding out of my alimentary canal was making was definitely the louder of the two noises.
*FWOOMP*
The first log dropped in, followed by a very loud and long fart...
*BRUUUU-T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-O-O-O-O-O-O-ORRRRRT*
The fart easily lasted for 4-5 seconds, if not longer, and seemed to make the walls shake.
This prompted the guy at the urinal to comment,
"Easy there young man! Have some respect!"
I thought little of it and continued my poop as more started sliding out, with yet more loud crackling. I farted again,
*WOMPPPPP-T*
It was another loud and long-ish fart, lasting 2 seconds or so.
As he zipped up his pants, he made his irritation known,
"A courtesy flush would be nice. And you don't need to be that loud!"
I then responded,
"It's a toilet, and I'm using it. I don't understand what the issue is?"
*PLOOP*
Another log dropped in.
Washing his hands at the sink, with a degree of disgust, he remarked,
"Jeez, have some decency kid. Aren't you embarrassed? Are you trying to be as loud as possible on purpose? Do you get off on this or something?"
More started loudly crackling out of my ass, the light crackles echoing about the room. Without any embarrassment but slight annoyance, poop sliding out of me, I retorted,
"I'm not here to argue, I just needed to shit."
Drying his hands, he laughed, and said,
"Just razzin' you kiddo. Most people get embarrassed and wait for people to leave so they don't hear them. But I hear them outside anyway, since sound travels here."
So I responded,
"Well, I hope my friend finds this funny."
At that point, I heard my friend and the other man outside laughing. My friend then said,
"He's totally not embarrassed."
I let out another fart. The blonde man continued, now at the exit door,
"I have to clean this place as part of my job, so please don't make a big mess. I don't think I've ever heard anyone take a dump that sounded so disgusting before, and it smells rowdy in here!"
I could definitely smell what I was dumping in the toilet, and it wasn't pleasant. The room now had the aroma of a putrefying corpse sweetened with bar-be-que sauce.
I continued the conversation,
"I'm not even close to finished yet."
With a degree of scarcely disguised disgust and a bit of amusement in his voice, he responded,
"Jesus. You stink."
I heard raucous laughter outside.
He opened the door and left as the laughter continued, and I continued pooping out yet more. About a minute later, I heard more people enter the lounge, rapid footsteps approaching the Mens' room, and the door opened. A younger man of about 19-20 came in. He was white with brown hair, sort of resembling the protagonist of the film "Baby Driver". He wasted no time to take the adjacent stall, breathing heavily, and frantically trying to undo his belt. When he started pooping, he sighed in relief.
There was some muffled laughter outside, this time, female. I heard one of the older men say,
"You hear everything here."
I could hear his logs crackling out as well, sounding wet and squishy. This continued for another 2-3 minutes, both of ours plopping into the toilet intermittently.
I finished, started wiping, and at the second pass, I felt like more was on the way, and pushed. But it wasn't solids, it was gas, and it came roaring out with the growl of an eldritch beast, lasting for a good 5 seconds...
*RAMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-LUT-T-T-T-T-RAUR-T-T-T*
I heard him say,
"Oh geez. That's just too much..."
A woman's voice outside obnoxiously responded,
"That's what you get for drinking all the beer, asshole!"
I heard laughing outside from at least 4 people, my friend included.
He went silent.
We both started wiping at the same time. And wiped. And wiped. And wiped. My butt was a mess, and I kept wiping. As did he.
He exited his stall first. I started pulling my pants up and flushed as he was washing his hands. The poop barely went down, and spun around the bowl leaving thick, dark-brown streaks all over. I flushed again, and exited my stall.
As I exited, he quickly dried his hands and tried to get out as quickly as he could, my presence now seeming to embarrassing him. He looked away from me, as if he was annoyed that I could see who he was and that we shared an intimate moment on the toilet together. He was out the door before I even had the water running.
I heard a female's voice outside,
"Feeling better?"
He responded,
"Let's go. Please."
She laughed, and asked,
"Babe, was that you who farted in there? That was epic!"
"No. Some other guy was in there."
She then yelled,
"Liar! You're just being shy. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to listen or anything."
I heard some more laughter outside in the lounge. One of the men mentioned,
"No, there was another boy in there."
With quiet resignation, he said,
"Don't embarrass me. There's people here listening to us."
She then remarked,
"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of!"
As I exited the Mens' room, the two middle-aged men both smiled at me, knowing what I just did and having been there for the whole exchange. My friend was sitting at the table, laughing to himself.
So I decided to lighten the mood,
"I ripped that fart!"
The same middle-aged guy who walked in on me mid-poop looked at me and said,
"I knew that was you! You nasty bastard!"
Except for the young adult male who used the adjacent stall next to me, everyone was cracking up laughing. We exited the lounge, the couple in front of me quickly getting to their car, the guy who used the adjacent stall avoiding eye contact and quickly wanting to leave.
My friend had a story to tell his wife when we got to his house. Every noise I made in there could be heard from the lounge, and he heard me grunting and pushing for the first five minutes. Even the sound of the log crackling out of my butt traveled, as he admitted it sounded squishy. So at least three people heard poop sliding out of my butt, from another room.
I thought it was hilarious. My younger self would have been mortified and horrified. But I didn't really care by this point. At least the facility was clean and no one could see anything other than my shoes, pants, underwear, and ankles if they were in the room, and nothing at all outside the room. I've taken poops in way worse places.
Tricky
Re: A Survey to Ms Skid, Friendly Responder
Q: "If you work out or walk or run... especially in the morning...is the drive back difficult because you just like really need to go.. like bad?"
A: I do a lot of bike riding. So I don't drive to my workout site, as I just ride around. I like to ride to parks with trails because I don't have to worry about car traffic, so often I will use the public restrooms at the location I am at, rather than hold it and ride all the way home.
That said, if the need to use the restroom comes quickly, and it often does with a degree of urgency since I eat like a horse and go through more than a gallon of water a day, riding my bike can become very difficult. I've had many instances where each pedal stroke threatened to push the turtle's head all the way out into my underwear and where it was painful to keep it contained.
Q: "Do you ever need to "go" while walking or working out and grit it out hoping you can wait to go and your body lets you?"
A: Frequently. And this is with public restrooms nearby much closer than home is. So I just find the nearest suitable restroom, and go. I often use free public restrooms in public parks, and while many of them leave a lot to be desired, they are generally clean and have soap, water, and toilet paper, and that's the bare minimum I need to feel as if I'm welcome to use it.
This has lead to many novel peeing and pooping scenarios. I've used urinals in unisex restrooms with females present, and even sat on toilets in doorless stalls or open/exposed toilets that had no stall around them, my butt exposed with random strangers coming in and out of the restroom able to see me pooping and/or wiping. People of both sexes have seen me on the toilet mid-poop in park restrooms, multiple times. It's not a big deal to me, because it's happened so many times.
I have no shame in using a public toilet for its intended purpose when I need to go. My main concern is that it is a clean, sanitary, and usable environment. Everything else is a secondary concern at most.
Q: "Does this matter for the first two apply for after work too?"
A: Not at all, but I use the restrooms at work for both bodily functions every day. All of my male coworkers have seen me enter or exit a stall or heard my bodily noises and smelled the accompanying smells, and some of them have had conversations with me while I was using the toilet. All of the cleaning ladies have knocked on the door or opened the door while I was peeing or pooping, and some of them have also heard my noises or seen me at a urinal or with my pants down in a stall. I've unintentionally clogged the toilet at every job I've had at least once and had to seek janitorial assistance as well. It's just an unavoidable fact of life for me, the alternative being to hold it in all day.
Statement: "Well anyway I'm embarrassed posting this but as someone who has read this place for over 25 years and have only recently been posting...I have to say that "skid" (for short) has made me a bit more open to this weirdness. And that is it for now. I'm completely embarrassed so I'm shutting up."
Response: No need to be embarrassed. You're at the right place to talk about this, and to progress to the point where this becomes a non-issue to you(I assume that is in part why you're here).
Just start pooping in public restrooms anytime the need arises. Start small, maybe find a little used restroom with good stall privacy, and work your way out to more frequented locations. Work is my favorite place to poop, because I get paid for it. I poop at the office an average of 2 to 3 times per day, for around 7 minutes each session on average. This is the equivalent of about 2 weeks paid vacation per year, except I obtain this by pooping in a workplace toilet. It's awesome.
You'll quickly get used to using the toilet away from home. This site is perhaps the best place on the internet to share stories and update us on your progress.
From an early age, I dreaded both peeing and pooping in public restrooms, especially around other people. School was the worst, since other kids would make fun of me, and it made me very embarrassed to poop at school. I was also scared of urinals my first few years of school because everyone could see me pee, and I'd often hold that as well.
But I didn't like holding it. Holding it never felt right to me. I forced myself to use urinals by 2nd grade, regardless of whether other students or teachers could watch me. At least with stalls for pooping, they only saw my shoes, pants, and ankles, so I was getting used to pooping at school every day, in spite of occasional taunting or judgment by my classmates. But by middle school, I was introduced to doorless stalls, without alternative options, and that made me start withholding my stool out of fear of being bullied/harassed while at my most vulnerable(I saw it happen to other kids) and out of fear of embarrassment or judgement, this time with nothing left to mystery. This was not good for my body and every day was a struggle to make it home so I could poop, often leading to abdominal pain and a frequent feeling as if my insides were being torn apart. If I had to do it over again, I'd have just pooped at school anyway, lack of privacy not withstanding. It would have saved me thousands of hours of torment.
By Junior year of high school, when I switched to a new school, I got access to stalls with doors again, which being a considerable upgrade from doorless stalls, made me very comfortable with pooping at school every day. This made my fear of pooping in public diminish to zero, as long as I had the minimal privacy of a stall. It was at this point that I was regularly pooping in restrooms when out in public whenever the urge struck, on a daily basis at that.
In spite of using public stalls with other people present thousands of times(sometimes including people I knew who were in the restroom with me as I pooped), I didn't get used to doorless stalls or no-stall public toilets in multi-user restrooms until well into adulthood, and that's only after I was forced to use such toilets many times during childhood and early adulthood on rare occasions, much my embarrassment when other people were present.
It took about 10 or so incidents of other people seeing me on the toilet before I truly got used to it, to where even that doesn't bother me now.
I'd say the defining moment where my perception changed was a decade ago, when I was forced to use a doorless stall at a bus station, with a large line of people who saw me on the toilet. While I've pooped into toilets without privacy in front of others before then quite a few times, I never did so willingly, and it wasn't until the events of this particular bowel emergency that I henceforth shed any and all fear of embarrassment or judgment. I recount this situation on page 2882, "Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping". After that, the presentation of doorless stalls or no stalls never made me decide to hold it. I'd already been through my worst nightmare scenario: pooping in front of a large audience. And I've never had to poop in front of that large or impatient of an audience since, even if I may have pooped in view of smaller and less observative audiences 20+ times since.
Now days, I can poop in any suitable toilet without shame or hesitation. It was a multi-decade journey to get to this point, with thousands of times where I held it in and caused myself physical discomfort almost to the point of soiling myself, but it didn't have to be this way. I had a few opportunities to use doorless or no-stall toilets without fear of harassment at a young age, and held it in anyway out of fear of embarrassment or judgment instead. And that was stupid, because I really needed to go and a reasonably clean toilet was available. Had I just done what I was urged to do, I'd have prevented hundreds of uncomfortable situations throught my life.
I find it liberating to be able to pee or poop in any facility without shame or any care for who else will witness me excreting waste. It's not like I have a choice in the matter, excretion being a necessary and unavoidable life-sustaining function. Anyone who has never seen me use a toilet already knows I pee or poop anyway, just by the very fact that I exist as a living thing, so there's not much point in me pretending to them that I don't. They do it too. To deny such is akin to denying we breathe air or eat and digest other living hings. It's only wasted energy and effort. Whenever I feel the urge, I prefer to pee or poop as soon as I can find a suitable receptacle that will allow the sanitary and convenient disposal of it, and get on with my day, rather than make myself physically uncomfortable for no good reason. The vast majority of the time I've used public restrooms, no one has judged me, and they're typically there to do the same things I use those restrooms for.
So the rational thing to do is to just go. We all do it, it's necessary, holding it in is painful and potentially damaging to our bodies, and the relief feels good. My life is much better for this change in perception.
Friendly Responder
A survey to Ms skid
Ok...so we both walk and do fitness things...
And anyone can answer... this is weird but I'm diving in because after I
explained what I did .. some other questions came to mind...
If you work out or walk or run... especially in the morning...is the drive back difficult because you just like really need to go.. like bad?
Do you ever need to "go" while walking or working out and grit it out hoping you can wait to go and your body lets you?
Does this matter for the first two apply for after work too?
I ask this because one day...I went for a morning walk and the drive home was like edge of your incomplete sitting because ...
Then after work that night... same feeling...then carefully stepping because there's a problem lol
Well anyway I'm embarrassed posting this but as someone who has read this place for over 25 years and have only recently been posting...I have to say that "skid" (for short) has made me a bit more open to this weirdness.
And that is it for now. I'm completely embarrassed so I'm shutting up.Curtis
Replying to tia
Hey tia i enjoyed reading your post about being poop shy. I myself am poop shy i dont like going with others around, and dont like going in public unless i cant put it off any longer. I would like to hear more stories from you. Anyways have a great day
.Tia
Poop Diaries
Not sure what is up with my bowels lately, but they are very inconsistent right now. One day, I'm having a hard time going and passing little pebbles, and the next day, I'm passing soft/semi-soft logs. I also normally poop every other day, so going every day (and multiple times) is weird. The only times I have multiple toilet visits is if I'm sick (which I'm not) or I've been glutened-but that results in extreme diarrhea.
This morning while running my bath, I had to poop. I thought it was going to be a harder poop judging by how I was feeling (bloated, some pressure, not much gas), but I was wrong. After peeing, I pushed a tiny bit and heard the crackling and splashing sounds of multiple pieces hitting the water! This was followed by some wet farts. I looked into the bowl and saw the hole was filled with at least 10 small and skinny logs! I pushed a bit harder and could feel there was more in me. Since the water was running, I was able to grunt a little bit. After a bit of grunting, three more little pieces came out and hit the water. I felt finished (although, I know I will need to go later on) so wiped and flushed. I did have to wipe a bit more than usual, so that was annoying.
Not even 2 hours later, I was back on the toilet and it was quite soft and bordered on being diarrhea. There were lots of little pieces in the toilet. No gas or stomach cramps accompanied it, so it was just a really soft poop and felt great to get out. Midwipe, I felt a little more so pushed for a bit, and got a couple more small pieces out. I finished wiping, then flushed.Lee with Autism
To Anna from Austria
Mine's normally on the soft side too, I generelly need softer toilet paper to wipe properly. Unlike you, I thankfully barely ever need to use it away from home. Not that I had a problem with it tho.Lee with Autism
I hate having the runs
This morning it happened to me. Made it to the 'throne' in time, but not everything hit the bowl. Had to clean up, and even more, and that's something I really hate, call work to make clear I can't come. Thankfully they're understanding, and rightly so. I don't think anyone can work properly when having to get up 24/7, and even more important... others might get sick too.Mina
Two replies
Dear Vol (from Hisae)
Yes, in ancient history, sometimes I sat on loo to wee, and then I suddenly decide to poo also. Now this don't happen, because I change my style. One time, I finished wee and cleaned my yoni, then stood up, then suddenly sat down again and did some burururururus out from my bottom into the loo.
(from Maho) This also happen to me maybe only once. I went to loo for wee. After finish wee, I continued sit because thinking about something. Then suddenly, my bottom sent message, so I opened my bottom and dropped a full of turds into loo. My original plan was to sit on loo only one minute, but I sat twenty minutes.
(from Kazu) It was happened to me too sometimes in past, but not now. Usually it was happened in my office, not in my house.
Dear Tia,
Maybe we can't give good idea, because we are always on loo 10+ minutes when our purpose is defecate. But nobody have right to make comment to you about time you are on loo. If family member say snide thing, perhaps best to scream and shout. "Why you ask? I had bad time on loo because I could not do what I had to do! Not my fault! I am painful and you make it worse with horrid comment! Why you make my pain worse? Please you shut up." Maybe family member will say sorry and never make comment again. We hope.
By the way, when Mina type this, computer change spell when Mina make typo. She type "member" but computer showed "mamba"! Poisonous snake. (Shut up, Kazu. It is not need to say that our toilet is full of many mamba when we sitting on it.)
(From Maho.) Tia, try drink milk before go to bed. Sometimes that helps me to do soft defecate in morning. Perhaps you will produce huge mamba in very short time. We hope.
Love to everyone.
Chakamami FamilyECG
Toilet Selfie
When I was at work yesterday, I started feeling during the afternoon shortly after getting back from my lunch break that I needed a poo, but I didn't get a chance to go as I was busy with work for a lot of the afternoon, and by the time I had a chance, it was late enough that I didn't want to risk going and missing the bus home from work. After getting off the bus, I had a 30 minute walk before arriving home, so by the time I got there, I was needing to go pretty badly.
I went to the toilet and it was such a relief to finally go when I'd had to hold it in for hours! I hadn't emptied my pockets before going to the bathroom, so I still had my phone on me. I took two photos and then sent them to my friend Catherine, who I've mentioned before, along with a short message. We've spoken about bathroom matters and toilet humour occasionally, but I hadn't sent her a toilet selfie before. She found it funny! That said, I doubt I'll be doing it regularly unless she wants me to or she starts sending some of her own.
The first photo shows me sitting on the toilet, with my upper legs visible, and the shirt I was wearing was covering between my legs. My trousers weren't visible because the photo cuts off at my knees. In the second photo, I'm smiling and giving a thumbs up to the camera to try and make it funny. What I didn't notice until after sending it is that moving had caused my shirt to adjust. More of my upper legs are visible now, and the left side of my shirt has moved, exposing part of my groin and pubic hair! Fortunately my penis wasn't visible.
STEPHEN . P
Last Sunday (three days ago) was spent working in the garden .I had tea at 6pm then sat down and watched a video for two hours,as the video was coming to the end I needed to have a NUMBER TWO I waited until the end then went to the bedroom and sat on the pooping pottie ,when I had finished my business I got into bed .
several times during the night I woke and used the wee pottie at 6am woke used the wee pottie then laid on my back on the bed looking at the ceiling ten minuets later I needed a NUMBER TOO so sat on the BLACK GLASS bed pan a few minutes passed I had a wee then my bowels opened when done I laid on my left side and wiped then took the bedpan to the bonfire the pan I washed in the water butt then took back to bedroom.
This morning was spent cleaning the windows then I had dinner,I went back to the garden ,as I was carrying the steps back to the garage I had
the urge for a BM I put down the steps and made my way to the garage pooping pottie (THETFORD 66),lifted the lid put foot on peddle to operate slide rinsed put paper towel on back of bowl down with my underwear and sat down ,One minuet later i weed the pushed and pooped
I was much longer having my NUMBER TOO as today is WEDNESDAY and this was the first poop since MONDAY MORNING ON THE BEDPAN ,I wiped with the KIMBERLY CLARK toilet paper I keep in the air tight container.
Leah
Replies
Scooter:
That sounds like a nasty experience but sadly, you gotta go whe. You gotta go, I suppose finding somewhere quiet and squatting was out of the question?
I myself only use portaloos a couple of times a year and, I posted about that a couple months ago.
There was several blocks of portaloos at the beach event I went to
earlier in the summer, it was a family event and there were family's and kids everywhere, but I enjoyed it.
I can't remember if I had a poo before of after we got street food, I had something spicy and it killed my stomach, I didn't have diarrhea, just big poos and I took so long just sitting in the portaloo because even though I had my poos, my stomach was killing me and I just had to sit there in the loo, rubbing my stomach and blasting farts.
And I repeated these trips to the portaloo several times in the afternoon I missed parts of the event, and people could hear me turning pages of my magazine and groaning in pain.
The portaloos I used were very clean just very stinky! And the people were unpatient, pacing past and standing outside my loo!
It was a different kind of event to yours but still had lots of people.
To tia:
I am sorry to hear of your poop shyness, it's something we all go through in our lives, although I must say, if you are desperate to poo you will just go once on the loo.
Speaking of desperation, I had to have diarrhea at my girls house after spending the day together, sometime after lunch i got hit with a huge cramp in my stomach and we were at her house after shopping in the morning, I got more urgent and I excused myself to the loo, and I exploded in it, I sprayed liquid poo all over the bowl and I was howling. I had to ask Kelly for more loo paper so I open the door and as i'm wiping my bum she asked me if I enjoyed the laxative she slipped in my juice that morning. I cried but she said she did it to end my poo shyness and it worked, I felt like a new woman after that cleanse and I changed my ways
Wednesday, July 23, 2025
Skid marked from a walk
Responses for my survey people
Friendly Responder- ThankYou for responding. You don't have to fill out the survey like I ask. I'm just happier you responded. I can relate. Sometimes I wear my pants later. But like if I wore no underwear and skid marked the pants then of course probably not.
Andrew- I can understand 2nd hand about your sister giving you a wedgie. Although not the same thing. I had a childhood friend who I would play video games with. I was in 5th grade he was in 4th and my other friend was in 3rd. The 3rd grade friend found his skid marked underwear and held it up. It looked like the guy didn't wipe at all. The 4th grade friend would say "my sister says it's what happens when your underwear gets up your butt". His older sister is a year older than me. Sometimes we would all jump on the 3rd grader friend's trampoline and no joke there would be a piece of solid poop on the trampoline. And my 3rd grade friend would "play detective" and get us back to the positions where we were at on the trampoline. I didn't care I thought it was really funny because I knew it wasn't me.
Nina- I enjoyed your survey response a lot. Thanks for opening up.
Leah- I enjoyed your survey response too. I'm sure no matter how much we get clean some underwear like thongs will cause skid marks... Thongs are literally butt floss!Tia
Yesterday's Poop
I managed to poop yesterday while everyone was home. It was a very quick poop, though. Between all the food I had and the coffee, I was just bursting to go! I was farting quite a bit while watching TV, so I figured I'd head to the bathroom. Once I sat down, the poops just slid right out! Very little pushing required, thank goodness! I pooped out two long logs and then peed, wiped and flushed.
I do still feel like there is more inside me, so I will try again while my bath is running.
Anna from Austria
Reply to Skidmarked from a walk
Yes since I used less toilet paper I would have used normally caused indeed some skidmarks in my panties. My poop is on the soft side and when not using enough tp skidmarks are almost guaranteed.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Tia
Poo Shy at home
Hey all. I'm in a bit of a bind right now. Normally, I have no problems pooping at home, but right now, I just can't do it :( Most times, my poop is easy to pass and I am in and out of the bathroom in under 3-5 minutes and unless I spray, no one knows I've pooped. At the moment though, I'm a bit constipated. When I'm constipated/have difficult poops, I'm in the bathroom for 10+ minutes straining. I'm just not comfortable with family members hearing me poop and making comments to me that I was in the bathroom for a while. I'm ok pooping in public since no one knows me and people don't say anything. I just avoid public bathrooms because they aren't always clean. I did poop in a Walmart bathroom (single toilet) and it was a very clean facility. With me not being able to poop at home without judgment, I've been trying to poop when I'm out. I've got the urge to go right now, but everyone is around. I'll try to hold it until bedtime when everyone is sleeping, but I just don't know/think I can. Any helpful tips would be great :)Anonymous Vol
Buccee's
Just wondering if anyone in the US has any stories about pooping at a Buccee's gas station. I know they rightfully pride themselves on The quality of their restrooms, so I'm just curious about anyone's experiences with them.
Emily with Autism
Hi Everyone
We got to go to Cedar Point earlier this week. It was so much fun. My mom told me it was okay just to go in my diaper if I needed to go which was fine when I had to pee. I got changed at the first aid station when we got there and again after lunch.
Around 230, we were in line for the Millennium Force and I started to feel like I needed to poop. I tried to wait but after a few minutes, I had a poop accident. I had to wait in line for another 45 minutes until it was our turn to ride. It was my favourite ride of the day, even though I had to do it with poop in my diaper.
After we got off, mom asked if I pooped my pants, and then took me to get changed. It took forever to get cleaned up but eventually we got to go back to do more rides.
I can't wait to go back.
Anonymous Vol
Question
Hi. Male here. I have a question for the women, and I'm genuinely curious. Is it a thing to go to the bathroom to pee and stay for a poop even if that wasn't the original plan just because you're already sitting on the toilet? I'm just curious. Thanks.Steve A
Reply and a public restroom experience at work (Question)
To Andrew V: I sometimes deal with constipated type poops, depending on my daily fiber intake, which I've been watching more as I've gotten older
Public Restroom Work Experience:
Since one of my job duties include cleaning/restocking the restrooms at my workplace, during one evening earlier this week, I noticed a girl go to the restroom (since I was sitting around the dining area during my break) and since she took awhile, I assumed that she was pooping, which turned out to be right
After she and her friend left, I finished my break and planned on cleaning/restocking the restrooms (regardless)
I then noticed that in one of the toilets, her poop didn't go all the way down, since a part of it was stuck, even after flushing once, which then took a couple more flushes to completely go down.
This made me wonder if anyone else has noticed someone's poop not flushing all the way completely? If it gets stuck in a certain way which may require more than one flush?
REPLY TO SCOOTER
Hundreds of times I have pooped in the pottie you describe Always I operate the pump this will clear the bowl of any debries paper and poop when clear I sit down and wee then as I poop operate the pump always leaving the bowl clear before wiping then carry on pumping before dressing.
IF everybody did the same three hundred people could have a good shit the pottie would hold two hundred weight of poop ready for DAN DAN THE LAVATORY MAN TO EMPTY AND CLEAN !!
Monday, July 21, 2025
STEPHEN.P
A few days ago it was a lot cooler so I cleaned the kitchen as soon as I finished my mugs of tea wiping all work surfaces vacuum carpets and put all crockery and cutlery away.I put all the brush cupboard items in cupboard except the bedpan
I made some more tea and took it into garden to drink when done returned to kitchen took off my pants ,tore three sheets of kitchen towel from dispenser on wall and sat on bed pan immediately had a wee then pooped had another wee then sat and had a really good shit,
I got off bedpan laid on my side and wiped then dressed emptied bedpan into bonfire washed under water butt ,when it was dry I fitted a new newspaper liner then put in cupboardFriendly Responder
Responding Friendlily... it's an adjectival word...I promise
I'm not going to answer each question but describe what happens. It's not as if I try to skid.... I'm active and therefore sweat....I also eat and drink so I do what I do at some point after that.
I'm always conscious of if I smell but I shower enough and work is stinky enough that I don't know if what smell is which.. but I can wear my pants the next day so I know it's not me.
I'm a speed walker so I get my workouts in that way. I choose dark underwear so I don't know if I skid from a walk. Today I wore light things and walked 2 miles in 93 degree heat and I skidded a bit but was mostly sweaty.
I don't know why I'm responding because it's embarrassing but I guess I feel comfortable... possibly
But that's all you get for now
Andrew V
Response to Tully's "Consipated but pooping daily?" Post
I totally understand what your going through. I get constipated a lot and quite often will try to poop and only get out pellets. It's really annoying especially when the constipation causes me bloating and have really loud gas.
It's even worse because at work I share a cubicle with two women. Fortunately they have gotten use to my gas problems and just laugh off my embarrassingly loud trumpet sounding farts.Anna Beth
I Did a BIG ONE!!!
It happened again! Oh it felt so good! It was so big, thick and long! It didn't flush. It happened at work and I had to get the janitor.
I captured the moment with my cell phone and have looked at the picture all day!Leah
Another vandalised public loo
So I took a laxative on Thursday I think it was, I was pooping alot yesterday as a result, but I never had diarrhea, just urgent needs to poo followed by big poo loads in the loo.
I did most of the pooping at home but I went out into town yesterday morning thinking my bowels had cleared, they had not!
As I walked the roughly 30 minute walk I grew increasingly desperate for a poo, the pressure in my lower stomach was getting bigger by the minute as I walked faster trying to clench my cheeks together.
Public loos are bad in my city so I had to think of where to go, I'll go to the shopping centre, so when I got there the four loos were all full! I was about to start banging on the doors until I heard a loo flush, but I still had to wait another minute! I put my hand down my skirt to feel my bum was normal so I hadn't pooped myself.
Two of the doors opened up at the same time and I threw my skirt down as I was walking In the loo, I hurriedly dropped everything to my ankles and sat down and then I shut and locked the door because the loo is just behind the door I can do that.
I had a good wee but after a few minutes the relief of this huge poo was so intense I let out a moan, there was one huge poo and several medium sized ones that I was so desperate to let out.
My bum was pretty clean so I just used a few sheets but the room was stinking! I never heard much from the other two loos but I guess they were pooping.
These loos runs along a wall, a very tight narrow corridor and at the end of the corridor by the exit door I found the only sink was smashed up so I couldn't even wash my hands, I wanted to cry but at least I felt so much better!
Has anyone else witnessed such bad vandalism? I hate seeing it, the soap was empty too, it's so sad