Brendan
Co-workers accident
I witnessed first hand another adult have an accident once. I worked at a home improvement/hardware store and I was out behind the store with my coworker Shannon looking for a particular pack of lumber for an order. As we were walking and climbing around in the stacks I thought I smelled a fart when I was behind Shannon at one point. Suddenly she climbed down from one stack and said "this is it." She put a tag on it for delivery, then she said "okay, I gotta go in and go to the bathroom!" She said it with a sense of panic in her voice. As she hopped down, I heard her fart. It was a little cheek flapper that was kinda loud. She didnt acknowledge it and like a gentleman I just pretended not to hear it. It smelled like the previous fart I noticed...and between the panic in her voice and the fact that she was farting uncontrollably, I was certain it meant she needed to poop really bad. It definitely smelled and sounded like a pre-poop fart.
As we headed back inside, she sort of groaned a little as she picked up the pace. She started to awkwardly chuckle in a breathy way, and she cut another short little cheek flapper fart. This time there was no denying that I heard it. She kept chuckling in a bashful way and said "sorry!...I really gotta go!" I said "you better hurry!"
We made our way back inside and started heading through the warehouse back to the front, and she started to walk in a labored way like she had a cramp. She then farted 3 times in a row in quick succession as she stopped, and the last one sounded muffled. Then with strain in her voice she said "...i can't make it." Just then there was a distinct crackling and popping sound. A powerful stink filled the air. Shannon's face burned bright red and she covered her mouth, and then she said "ohhh my god. I just had an accident."
She waddled past me trying to quickly keep heading to the bathroom, and i looked to see a major bulge in the seat of her black leggings. To make matters worse, not only did it look like she had a potato down the back of her pants, there was a wet poop stain soaking through the fabric. I heard her awkwardly laughing again as she kept waddling away, and I caught up to her to give her cover from behind. She whined "I cant believe I just pooped my pants... This is so embarrassing..."
I said "well, accidents can happen to anyone." She sheepishly asked "please help me get out of here before anyone else finds out!" I ended up following close behind her to give her cover, all while trying to breathe through my mouth and not smell her accident. She snuck out the door at the contactor checkout area end of the building and went straight to her car and snuck home to change her pants. Luckily she lived close by and was able to get back within 45 minutes wearing clean leggings and no one was the wiser.
I kept the secret for her, I felt enough second hand embarrassment for her that I couldn't imagine how she'd feel if all of our coworkers found out she accidentally pooped her pants at work. Anyway, thats the only person I know in real life to have had an accident as an adult.Steve A
Natural Laxative (Sugar Free Candy and Gummies)
After hearing about sugar free products and their laxative effects, I decided to buy a few small bags of Albanese Sugar Free Gummy Bears to see if they would keep me regular as of last week.
However, to avoid any potential laxative effects, I chose to only eat half a bag per day to see what would happen.
At first, it just made me gassy later in the day, but my poops seemed normal and regular, which made me wonder if I could eat some sugar free candy if I get constipated, instead of taking regular laxatives, since they're slightly cheaper than buying regular laxatives (a small bag of these gummy bears are around $3 in my area)
Furthermore, I remember trying these gummy bears years ago when I was younger, and after one bag, I just dealt with some gas, but after eating 2 bags on another day, I dealt with some diarrhea, but it subsided the next day.Leah
Replies
Anna from austria:
I am also in the pee fart camp, if I do it I either do it right after my bum hits the seat, or as my pee stream is starting. I often push a little to get my pee going, especially in public and that's where a little sigh of relief comes after a muffled fart.
I hear other ladies, often just a little pop or boom as they're peeing, although it's hard to hear in busy loos.
To the unnamed poster:
It's not uncommon for people to panic if they can't get to the loo when they need to go, maybe some people aren't used to holding it for long so they believe they are about to burst.
Especially with my stomach I honestly couldn't say how long I could hold my bum closed, but I know that when I'm desperate I have to go very soon.
That's all for now
LeahNorm
Good Dump Today & Survey
I was in a local department store today and had a dump in there. There are 3 cubicles, I took the first one. I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. I did a big loud fart that echoed around the bathroom. Nothing happened for a minute or two and I thought my poo was going to need a push but felt it coming then, and once the first poo came out and plopped into the toilet, 3 more logs slid out nicely, all making plops. While I was sitting enjoying the relief before wiping, I noticed a fingernail on the floor under the partition with the next stall. Clearly someone had been sitting there having a poo, possibly having wiped already, bit their fingernail off and spat it out on the floor which I thought was disgusting really. Anyway, I wiped my ass, pulled up my pants, flushed and washed my hands, and left feeling much better. This leads me to my survey...
SURVEY:
"Everybody poops" so that's not disgusting it's just a natural part of life and that's not not what I'm talking about here.
Apart from poo/poop or wee/pee, or the usual dirty things like people weeing/pooing on the floor or toilet seats, not washing their hands after pooping when the facilities are available etc., what are some of the most disgusting, shocking or unbelievable things or habits you have seen people directly or indirectly doing in bathrooms?
I'm sure there's much worse, but here's a few examples of disgusting things I've seen that I hadn't forgotten:
- The fingernail above.
- When I worked in an office years ago, a guy came out of a cubicle after taking a dump with his ID card in his hand and put the card in his mouth while he washed his hands. Clearly he didn't grasp the fecal/oral transmission.
- In the same office, I was having a leak at the urinal on two different occasions and two different guys (one was the MD!) did the same thing. While each was having a leak a few feet away, while obviously using one hand to guide their wee, they were picking at their asses with their other hand while farting at the same time! I wasnt looking at them but just couldn't miss it.
- In another office job, another colleague came out of a cubicle after taking a dump, cupped his hand, put it under the tap, drank the water out of his unwashed hand, and then gives his hands a bare rinse, no soap. Again failed to get the fecal/oral thing.
Let me know any examples you have anyway. Hope all your evacuations go well today!Konigin
Survey Results
Skidmarked on a walk's survey-
Q: How are you?
A: I'm okay, not good not bad
Q: Are you a man or a woman?
A: I am a woman.
Q: What's your age? (you don't have to be to specific)
A: 21, I'll be 22 in April.
Q: When's the last time you had a poop accident and why?
A: A couple weeks ago, I was really full up with poo from a bout of constipation and I had taken some laxatives earlier in the day, nothing much happened until it hit me all at once and I pooed my panties full to the waistband while trying to make it to the ladies room.
Q: What's the worst skid mark you ever had?
A: I was about ten years old, I was on school trip and I got rushed through a really messy poo, a thick soft one, you know the kind that cakes on and sticks to your bum? I was rushed through wiping by my teacher and when I got home I had a smear of thick poo from just below the waistband to the middle of the gusset.
Q: What do you do when you're on a long road trip and you have a potty accident?
A: I tend to be able to hold it to a rest area, unless I'm holding in a sloppy one, I might shart a bit then, but if I were to fully poo my panties on the road I would go to the first rest area I could find, go to the ladies, get my spare pair of panties from my purse, wipe down with toilet paper and wet wipes, change my panties, then get back on the road, though if it were a partial accident I might put my bum on the pot to let the rest out before I leave.
Q: What would you do if you were going somewhere and you get up out of the seat and you left a skid mark on the seat?
A: Not likely, would require me to somehow get poo through panties, leggings, and skirt without me noticing and that would require a blowout of epic proportions. Which I am capable of doing, but it's very rare for me.
Q: Have you ever had skid mark or pooped yourself and wondered if other people could smell you?
A: Pretty much every time someone rushes me during a post-poo cleanup.
Veronika's Survey-
1. Do you often leave skid marks (streaks on the toilet bowl) after going number two?
A: All the time, my poos are soft and cakey, at least recently they have been, so they always leave smears in the pot.
2. Have you ever left skid marks just before someone else had to use the toilet?
A: Yes totally, pretty much every time I have a poo on a public toilet.
3. Did you ever have to use a streaked toilet bowl (skidmarks) after someone else just used it?
A: Yes, a lot of the toilets I use while working are not the best quality, I've sat for poos on toilets that someone clearly tried to use while hovering with mushy poos, the back of the seat was off limits in those situations, I had to sit far forward, but yeah, I've used poo streaked toilets before.
Thank you all for reading! Konigin out-
Darlene
Replying to Anna
I believe I am the one who's always farting awhile trying to pee. I don't feel comfortable pooping while being in a public washroom.
David P
Phobia updates - to Leah
Hey Leah, thanks so much for taking the time to write all that I really appreciate how open you are about it. It genuinely helps hearing it from someone who just gets on with it rather than treats it like a big taboo.
I've actually always had this phobia going back to when I was a kid. I used to hold my poo in so much that I got badly constipated, which then made me even more scared of going, and I'd end up soiling instead. It took until around age 8 before I could use the toilet fully independently without being forced. So I think a lot of this stuff is pretty deeply wired in.
These days the phobia is really only about public toilets and work toilets. My family are very judgemental about using public loos, they're very much the "hold it all day" type and I think I absorbed that without realising. I'm not judgemental of other people at all, just myself, which is frustrating because it feels so automatic.
I had actually been doing quite well at work for a while by exposing myself: going into the cubicle whenever I felt the urge, and also leaving the house without trying to go first. Lately though I've slipped back into always trying to go before leaving the house sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and then if I get the urge at work I usually hold it.
That said, last week the day after I posted, I did actually go at work. Motovated by the reply, It came on urgently and I felt a bit sick, so I went into the disabled toilet since it's its own separate room. I managed to go, but I was really anxious about people walking past and worrying the lock might fail. Then to top it off, the flush didn't work (which seems to happen every time I try to go!), and that really ramps my anxiety up.
I wanted to ask you something off the back of that: do you think it still counts as a success if I can go in the disabled toilet since it's a separate room? Or does that risk reinforcing the phobia because it's not the main cubicles? And also, why do you think some days I can manage to go in there, but other days I completely refuse and the phobia just wins which is most of the time?
Also that aside, how's you Leah? Are you doing well right now pooing wise, are you regular with soft long turds like type 4 on bristol chart or are we constipated? I look forward to some new stories as I miss your adventures.
Taylor
Some replies
To Anna - I almost never pee fart! I will usually poop fart but a pee fart is very rare for me. I tend to fart a lot as soon as I wake up. I usually hear other women farting while peeing. At least once or twice a week.
To Anonymous - I define an emergency as I could lose control at any second. Where I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold back the next urge or if I'm about to fill my underwear instead.
To Alex - I have these urgent needs maybe once or twice a year. This one was my fault, really. I would normally sit on the toilet long before I reached the point I was when I left the house. I had a huge poop in the office, luckily they have excellent plumbing!Bianca
Interesting Question
Hey Anna from australia. I love your pee fart question. I mostly fart while pooping. I sometimes hear farts during a pee while in one of the restrooms stalls at dayhab. My usual daytime farts can be the smelliest. I hope your bathroom visits have been good. Bye.Veronika
To Norm
Hi Norm, thank you for taking the time of completing my survey. You seem to be a very considerate person. I'm sure that that young lad using the toilet after you didn't mind, because he was there for the same reason.
I also saw that you took Marina's great survey, so I was wondering: how come you did see this lady's deposit at the vegan cafe? Did she forget to flush, or was the turd too big to go down the drain?
Skidmarked from a walk's survey:
How are you?
Are you a man or a woman?
Woman
What's your age? (you don't have to be to specific)
28
When's the last time you had a poop accident and why?
I can't remember as it was too long ago, probably in early childhood
What's the worst skid mark you ever had?
Once, I had a loose bowel movement at work and ran out of toilet paper. Hence, I could not wipe myself spotless clean and it ruined my underwear.
What do you do when you're on a long road trip and you have a potty accident?
I don't know, it never happened to me.
What would you do if you were going somewhere and you get up out of the seat and you left a skid mark on the seat?
I don't understand the question: are you refering to the toilet seat? If that's the case, it depends. Sometimes I use the toilet brush to remove the skidmarks, sometimes I just leave them as the toilet is there for pooping anyway.
Have you ever had skid mark or pooped yourself and wondered if other people could smell you?
Never happened.Tricky
Defining an "emergency"
Q: "How do people define 'an emergency'? I've heared people say it's an emergency but then still hold it for 30 minutes or more. To me, if I can wait 30 minutes I'm desperate, but not an emergency."
A: For me, an emergency is when the discomfort is so considerable that I could lose my ability to hold it at any time. There are times I've held out for hours in such a circumstance, but it was always very uncomfortable, no less than moderately painful, and one slip, bump, or perhaps bending over the wrong way may result in involuntary discharge of waste. This applies to both excretory functions.
All emergencies for me mean I'm about to piss or shit myself and I need to go ASAP. I'm good at clenching my sphincters, but they may not hold out. I haven't shit my pants since I was a teenager, but every time I've had an emergency after that I was similarly close to doing so and felt the same as just before the last time I shit myself. Once I'm turtle-heading, its soon coming out whether I like it or not, so I must do what I can to prevent it from getting to that point. The vast majority of the times I've turtle-headed, if I didn't find a place to go in the next 30-60 seconds, I'd have certainly filled my pants.
I've had many close calls. Possibly hundreds of them. I eat/drink a lot and when I sense it wants out, it often starts off not that urgent. In the case of my bladder, it tends to rapidly get more urgent, a noticeable change in the urge from gentle to desperate within minutes. My bowels might decide to lock up if I don't find a toilet within an hour or so after a normal and gentle urge or decide to hold it for that long, and when my bowels decide it's time again, it will likely be an emergency that occurs without much warning, but I also probably won't be able to go until then no matter what I do. So I try to poop as soon as I get the urge, without delay, as that generally ensures a pleasurable, easy, drama-free bowel movement to make room for the next one that will come some hours later instead of letting it collect into a heavy, large, potentially toilet-clogging mass. Holding pee is a lot less risky for me, but the discomfort is also more relentless and continuous with plenty of more warning, than deciding to hold my poop.
My most awkward toilet visits were mostly emergencies. These were the scenarios where I've had to poop in doorless stalls or stall-less toilets in multi-user public restrooms with other people present who were able to see me on the can. I used to try to hold it when I came across such privacy-lacking restroom facilities, but there were cases where I couldn't, as those were emergencies. It wasn't until the last decade or so when I started to use such facilities to poop even in non-emergencies, because the times I used them during emergencies got me used to it. Now I can poop anywhere, and do so without hesitation whenever there's a suitable toilet nearby.
I hate getting bunged up and having an emergency at random some hours later. I usually poop within an hour after each meal, and feel my best when I do so and generally have no emergencies as long as I do so. So if I feel even a small urge to poop, I always make it a point to find a place to do so and get it over with, no matter how public the toilet is.
Alex
To Katherine
Sounds to me like members of your biological family, as well as a fair number of those foster so-called parents, may very well have had potty problems themselves in their younger days.Dookie
To Katherine
Welcome to the community. If you are a longtime lurker, you know already that everyone is accepted here. Noone is judged. Sounds like you have had a rough go of it all your life. Just remember that no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone worse off than you. And that you always have friends here that you can share with - or dump on [pun intended]. Good luck and stay positive!Skidmarked from a walk
Reply to Katherine
First of all I am sorry you went through all that. Your problem is caused by being to obedient. Most people even mental health professionals don't know what they're talking about. You gotta sneak off and let go and do what feels right to you sometimes. As long as it doesn't get in the way of your dreams you should do that sometimes.Shoutout to MD Dan, you always have the best stories. Hope you're doing well!
Mina (and three others)
Dear Katherine
Mina read your post and translated for her three friends who live with her. Then we talked and talked and soon we were crying all of us. Sad thing is, we are not therapist, and we don't know what to say to make you feel happy. And perhaps you don't want advice from people who don't understand your feeling.
In a way, it is good thing that you are alone. Then nobody spank you for accident. But you feel lonely sometimes perhaps. If you living with us, and you have accident, we never scold and we never beat. Of course you will never live with us. But we want you to know, there are people in world who are kind to people like you who have big problem. We hope that you will meet such persons one day and then recover, totally or partly, from your trauma. We hope and hope and hope.
Is toilet in your house or flat beautiful place? Can you keep it clean and relax there? Perhaps it is good idea to relax there long time when you can, do things there while you doing your wee and poo, then you be empty and it is not so likely that you will have accident soon. This is only our idea, but we are not therapist, so if you don't like what Mina write, then please forget it at once.
If you have bad dream or bad flashback, perhaps you can try to remember that Mina love you, Maho love you, Kazuko love you, Hisae love you. You had smacks before, but now you have hugs and kisses and caresses from four women in Japan. Online of course, because this site anonymous. But we hope it can help you to feel happy.
And if you need to cry, please cry. It is good for health to cry. We often cry on toilet, especially Mina often cry because she is very very crying baby. 34 year old crying baby, and she will be 35 end of this month. (Already Kazuko and Hisae and Maho are 35.)
We are look forward very much to read post from you which tell us your progress. We will send to you online kiss every time.
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami Family (Hisae, Kazuko, Maho, Mina)Amy
At a restaurant
Just had a late dinner at a restaurant
Right after eating while my stomach is starting to digest this meal
I feel that the remnants of my previous is is ready to come out
Sitting in the restaurant restroom it came right out immediately nice solid log
Started to wipe now
Thinking about pooping in a restaurant food goes in and previous meals get dropped off in the toilet there.
Looking around a restaurant and thinking that everyone there will be on the toilet at some point in the next few days dropping off part of their meal.
I used to not like pooping in public restrooms but now I enjoy it as long as they are clean
Bianca
To Cathrin
Hey Cathrin! Welcome to the forum. Sory to hear your sad story about the abuse, and bedwetting. I bet wetting yourself in public on top of that has to be extra humiliating. I wish you the best in your restroom, and psychological journey. Have a wonderful potty day.
Kimi
Newest Pooping Adventure! (To Chakamami family)
Dear Chakamami family:
Hi! Nice to see you again! Kimi¡¯s back! Winter vacation finally comes, so I can actually spare my time for writing about my toilet adventures again!
As you all know, I¡¯m too shy to poop in crowded public restrooms. That¡¯s why I usually go to one outside my school during lunch break to empty my little butt. But last week¡ªI don¡¯t remember which day¡ªsomething totally unexpected happened! I¡¯d just finished lunch at the student restaurant (off-campus) and rushed to the toilet.I hadn¡¯t pooped for a whole day and had been holding it all morning. My belly was terribly bloated and hurting¡ªreally urgent! Plus, my bladder was full, too. I had to pee so bad!
I walked faster, imagining finally letting out a bunch of huge, stinky brown poop and a long pee. But when I got there, clutching my little butt, I saw the worst thing: all three stalls were occupied! everyone was pooping.
My little butt let out a loud ¡°Brrrrrr¡¡± and my face suddenly turned red. My heart was racing. Should I wait? Or find another toilet? I thought about knocking at the doors and said, ¡°Please be quick, I can¡¯t hold it anymore!¡±, but I was too shy to do that. Another fart slipped out¡ª¡°Pfrrrrr¡¡±¡ªbut nothing changed.
What if I lose the control of my butt, wetting and pooping on my pants? This was shaping up to be the worst toilet moment ever. Finally, I felt everything was about to come out¡ªI couldnt hold them any longer! So I hurried out and quickly went back to the restaurant.
I kept farting quietly on the way. I was sure some bits of poop had already gotten into my underwear. But¡ªFORTUNATELY¡ªI reached the restaurant without any accidents! I was really proud of my endurance.
The restaurant has a small sit-down toilet. It¡¯s clean enough for me. I rushed in, closed the door, and then¡ªoh no¡ªthe lock was broken! But at that point, I didn¡¯t care. I just pulled the knob and hoped no one would walk in.
I pulled down my pants and underwear with one hand and sat down. (I made it!!)
¡°Prfffff¡ pffffff¡ PPPPPPP!!!¡±
I let out a bunch of loud farts, then a ton of big brown poop plopped into the bowl. Pee was spraying out too. I kept pushing, and more soft, mushy poop filled up the toilet.
After I was finally done, I looked down at what I¡¯d made¡ªa whole bunch of stinky mushy poop¡ªand felt super satisfied. My little butt¡¯s mission: accomplished!
Dear Mina, Maho , Kazu, Hisae and other friends, I'm really glad to see that you still remember me and miss me! I miss you so much,too! The experience is really breathtaking, isn't it? If I did not hold it at that time and pooped myself, maybe my little butt could only wear my wet and poop-filled stink pants, and I could only get home with a completely blushed face...Next time when I face such a situation, maybe I will thought about looking for a tall grove and pooping on the grass...(blushed)
Well, do you have any interesting toilet stories when you were teenagers? I'm going to write more stories about my childhood poop experiences. Looking forward to your reply! Much love to you all!!
P.S. I found that my english is really poor, so I used a translation tool to improve my words to make them easier to read.Would you mind that?Aliyah
had to go baddd.
Yesterday, I was at my job, I work at wallmart, and I was stocking shelves, when my stomach started cramping bad. I ignored it for a bit, and kept putting things up, but walking around, and bending over made my stomach feel even more full. Eventually I gave up, and headed for the bathroom. I hate going at work, because it can be embarrassing with customers, but my load needed out BAD. I quickly walked to the back restroom, since its usually only employees in there. As I was entering my stomach cramped up again, and I even felt a bit nauseous. I turned the corner, and saw two of my friends Destiny, and Kaylee at the sinks. Destiny said what's up, and I said "my stomach hurrtsss, I need to dookie." they both laughed, and I entered the closest stall and sat down. People say I have thick thighs, and I don't know about that, but they fully covered the toilet seat. As soon as I was fully seated, I exploded "sploooooppppp", I let out several bassy farts as well. "damn girl you good?" Kaylee asked. "I will be after I unnnhh get this sh**t out of me, oh lord" they laughed again. I kept at it "sploooppp brrrpt" "vrrrpp, vrrppp, ohhh, pbbttt" The toilet started to stink baddddd. "pppprrrbbttt, ohh f*K" "damn girl you weren't playing, that sh*t stinks" Kaylee said. "Girl I told you my stomach is turninng right now" I responded I let out a few more farts, and some more mushy poop. I leaned forward and my stomach cramped again. My stomach turned, and I burped, before letting another wave out. "bruupp, pppppppbbttt shppttbbltt." "We're gonna give you some privacy, girl" Kaylee said "get it all out" "oooooohh I'm working on it" I said. They left, and the bathroom was quiet. My farts were making the whole place echo, "bbppttt, bbbbppppptt", and you could hear my diarrhea echoing in the bowl. "uughh", a few minutes later the bathroom door opened, I heard a few footsteps, then a disgusted sound, and the person left I assumed to find another bathroom. I did a courtesy flush, and luckily the industrial toilet had no problem flushing all the brown away. After it was finished I sat back down, and went back to pushing "mmmhm pbbttt" "pbbttttt" I put my hands between my thighs and wiggled my toes my stomach hadn't let up. It gurgled and I pushed again involuntarily, "brrraaappbbtttt" "ohhh sh*t" the door opened, and some heels walked in. I got quieter but couldn't help letting a "brrrapp" and a sigh out. The woman approached the stall, and then I heard my boss April say, "Aliyah is that you?" "mhmm, yeah, my stomachs f*CKED UP" "oh ok, someone said they saw your your cart in the hall, but you're using the toilet, I'll leave you be" "mmm thanks, I said pppbbtt, I'll try to be out soon." "ppbbttt" She left, and I started leaning over and rubbing my stomach in an attempt to finally finish. "pbbbtttttt" "prbbbb" a few more waves fell out of me, but my cramping was starting to go away, thank GOD. After 5 more minutes I was able to clean up, and leave the bathroom. My coworkers had some funny things to say when I got ou and I told them to shut up...
Aria
Boyfriend's ibs
I'm a 19 year old college student, as well as my boyfriend Alex who is also my age. We've been dating for almost a year now. Alex was diagnosed with ibs when he was 15 so throughout our relationships I've helped him and supported him throughout his condition. He avoids long car rides as much as he can, although it's not totally unavoidable because his parents live an hour and a half out of our city.
They invited us to spend Christmas with them, the car ride there was decent as he only had to stop at a gas station four times on the way there. It wasn't until the second day he had a horrible flare up. He was doubled over on the toilet in pain and I rubbed his back as he voided his bowels. He moaned in pain a lot and I felt bad and tried to help him the best I could. He asked for a a glass of water with ice which I brought to him. His poop session last half an hour. He gets embarrassed every time he has a flare and I tell him not to be ashamed it's only human to poop.
He's also embarrassed about the smell too because his condition makes his stool very stinky. The rest of the time we were at his parents he was fairly stable. He has good days and bad days. Hope you liked my first post see ya later.Darlene
Trying to poop..
This past Wednesday morning, I had went to the bathroom and had to somewhat really push to poop. It kind of stung passing through but at least I was able to go but I might mix in some of that powder into my water and see what happens next because today was kind of similar.Katherine
wetting really sucks
So I've been a fairly regular bedwetter all my life but the worse off my mental health is, the more likely I am to have an accident, either at night or in the daytime. Even now at 22 and with no one around to hurt me over it anymore. My therapist thinks the reason the problem never went away is directly related to how badly I was abused as a child. So yup, still paying the price for my parents being monsters. And even worse is, every time I determine that I'm gonna start staying dry reliably, yup, you guessed it, another incident of wet pants. And then I feel like a failure. Such an elementary skill and at 22, I only have it somewhat mastered. I guess on the bright side, when I was barely out of my teens, I started having occasional dry nights. It felt like a gift. But they happen once in awhile, not all that regular. This week, I woke up dry twice and it really helped my mood. No laundry. The laundromat takes quite a lot of my money if you can imagine that. This morning though, I overslept a little and when I woke up, my heart sank when I realized before I even opened my eyes, that my sheets were wet. I cried a little while I peeled down my pajamas pants and panties that were sticking to me. I recently realized that when I have a daytime accident, I will definitely wet my bad that same night. It took me a long time to realize that because I usually wake up in a wet bed 2-4 nights a week anyway, but yeah, if I have an accident in my pants during the day, my bed will definitely be wet the next morning. Just the way it works. I wish I could wear pullups or diapers at least when I sleep--,it would def cut down on the laundry but I can't afford them so it's regularly dragging a trash bag of wet bedding, pants and underwear to the laundromat so my little apartment doesn't end up smelling. And there's really no tracking it to try to identify how to stop it. Sometimes I can manage to stay dry for up to a few weeks even and other times, it seems to be one potty accident after another. The last three days have definitely been "wet days." On Sun, I went to church and I the middle, I realized I needed to go potty so I made my way back to the bathroom but by the time I got there my panties were wet from dribbling. I started to panic as I fumbled with my button and zipper. I teared up when I felt a little bit of pee drool down my inner thigh. My hands were shaking making it harder than ever to unfasten my pants. I froze when my bladder gave up and I had a torrent of warm piss steaming down my pants like a child. It seemed like I'd never stop going. My knees kind of gave out just then and I crumpled to the floor in the puddle id just made. I tried not to cry but I couldn't help it. I knew that when I left the bathroom, everyone would see that I'd had an accident. Sometimes it just feels like the worst.
Monday, February 9, 2026
Julie_TG
At the Shopping Mall
I recently had my first session of laser facial hair removal. The clinic was located in a local shopping mall.
It was raining a little when I left the house that morning. By the time I arrived at the mall, it was raining a little more. By the time I arrived at the laser clinic, I was already wetter than I wanted to be. And the second mug of coffee that I probably shouldn't have had was already beginning to demand its freedom.
I didn't dare commit myself to spending an unknown amount of time being zapped with short (though not too short for the endorphins to kick in) bursts of highly-localised, intense pain with a bladder this full; so I asked if there was a loo, expecting that anywhere so posh would offer a nice, clean, private, single-person one for the use of clients. Instead, I was directed to the main public facilities in the mall proper.
Although I was early for my appointment, I wasn't early enough to seek out an alternative, gender-neutral toilet, or the recreation ground (with trees to squat behind). So there was really no choice. A few years ago, it would not have bothered me, even although I was less advanced in my transition then. But, to cut a long story short, the UK Terf movement has been emboldened by some recent miscarriages of justice they bought and paid for with money conned out of innocent victims; and even some non-trans women have been attacked in public bathrooms on mere suspicion.
The first steps had felt like the prisoner's last walk, but by the time I was on the approach to the entrance to the ladies' room, the demons were gathering in my mind. I was fully expecting trouble. A piercing scream, verbal abuse, physical attacks; and more likely than not, the added indignity of wetting myself. Doctored photographs in the newspapers, gleeful Terfs saying "he" asked for it.
A few metres ahead of me, two other women stepped through the entrance. Were they afraid of me? Were they -- especially the one with the shorter hair; as much as it physically hurt to think of crude stereotypes, they weren't my crude stereotypes -- afraid of something similar to what I was? Or were they blessed with the ability not to let themselves be bothered?
My eyes went funny, in a very specific way. Like a more extreme version of a widescreen movie being shown on an old 4:3 TV set, broad black bands filled the top and bottom of my vision; and all I could see was a narrow strip of the row of cubicle doors, just the height of the vacant/in use indicators. The third door was on green! I pushed it open, stepped inside and locked it behind me; covered my face with my hands; and brothe a sigh of relief.
When I dared open my eyes, I could at least see properly again. I turned around, pulled down my jeans and panties, sat on the toilet and had a long, but mercifully quiet wee.
And with some lingering trepidation, but a definite feeling that the worst was behind me now, I strode purposefully towards the washbasins. If anyone was going to protest now, I could just make my exit a little sooner. I washed my hands quickly, and hurried back to the laser clinic.STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
This morning had a wee in the bedroom pottie went to kitchen made tea and drank then a bowl of ALL BRANN with three large bananas dressed went to shed to have a NUMBER TOO and collect my G Y M bag then went to camper and drove to G Y M .
After session went to van and left bag ,caught bus in to town ,went to fish and chip shop had cod and chips with mushy peas.I done some shopping then went to the shopping centre toilets and had a wee before getting on bus a ten minute journey .
I had an urge for a BM as soon as I arrived at campervan pulled pottie from locker toilet roll from overhead locker put shopping in the galley area closed the door a paper towel on back of bowl down with jogging bottoms and pants sat and done a NUMBER TOO.I wiped dressed put pottie into locker then drove home
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last November I attended a car meet in the neighbouring town.I went to the public toilets turnstile operated for a wee before driving home .
on way out a group of women arrived each inserting a coin and forming a queue for a cubicle I stood back then another women on her own appeared needing entry so I pushed the gate and she sqeezed past looked at the queue then ran into the gents and went into a cubicle.
Another women arrived with a small child inserted a coin as she was going through the turnstile I said your sister is in the gents,she called out sarah I am having a poo came the reply .The child tugged at the womens dress said MUMMY I NEED A POO the women went into the gents with the girl and went into the next cubicle.
I pushed the gate and went on my waySTEPHEN . P
This morning the alarm woke me at 06 30 ,it was raining outside I had a wee in the pottie then went back to bed.Woke again eleven o clock
still raining had a wee went back to bed woke again at twelve had to poop urgently sat on the JONES RELAX bedpan and done a NUMBER TOO ,wiped then went down to kitchen I switched on the kettle then rushed into the garage and sat on the THETFORD 33 had another poo ,had anther poo an hour ago then emptied the bedpan and all the potties
Katherine
I'm a longtime lurker, but this is my first post. I was recently diagnosed with complex PTSD and psychogenic incontinence. For history, I was a badly abused child and from the age of eight was bounced around from foster home to foster home. I'm now 21, alone of course and trying to build a half decent life for myself. I was never given therapy or any kind of help while in foster care and some of the homes were worse than my biological home. If that was possible. I've suffered from panic attacks, anxiety and severe depression for as long as I can remember, most likely due to the relentless abuse. And then there were the potty accidents long after I was too old to be wetting myself. And the punishment for having an accident was usually a beating that left me with broken skin on my legs and bottom. To this day, a PTSD flashback or panic attack will often cause my bladder to empty and I don't receive enough warning to get to the toilet before I have an accident in my pants. When my depression is particularly bad, I find that I wet myself pretty frequently as I don't always realize how badly I need to pee until its too late. The uro gynecologist who recently diagnosed my psychogenic incontinence told me that depression is famous for dulling the sensation of needing to go potty which can then result in an accident. I still wet the bed too but it tends to not happen as often anymore when I'm properly medicated for my depression. My therapist referred me to the uro-gynecologist after I had two accidents in a row at her office. The first one I felt too shy and afraid to ask for a break to use the toilet and i tried to hold it. She eventually realized my squirming meant I needed to go potty. She told me that we needed to pause and I needed to use the toilet or I might wet my pants, but unfortunately it was too late, and I totally peed down my legs before I could get to the bathroom. The very next week, I honestly didn't realize how bad I needed to go potty until I started to soak my clothes. I thought I had to go pee a little and that I could hold it. It was humiliating. The worst is having sudden panic attacks to childhood beatings and then I don't have time to go to the bathroom before my bladder just empties in my pants. Lately with how bad my depression has been, I've had a few more bedwetting episodes too. This morning I woke up sort of dry but with the crotch of my panties quite warm and damp and my lower belly aching from needing to go potty so bad. I got out of bed, holding between my legs, really hoping I wouldn't have an accident but it was already too late. I finished peeing on myself before I could get to the bathroom. I've occasionally wet myself at work or in public when I have sudden flashbacks to my childhood that come out of nowhere. It's so awful. I've always had struggles with going potty on time for as long as I can remember and as a kid I was usually beat for it then made to sit in the corner in my wet pants, sometimes for hours. I try not to think about the abuse or I end up crying so hard and then I hurt myself by cu--ing on my skin. Three nights ago, I had a super bad dream from the past and I woke up in super soggy pajamas. Until then,I hadn't wet my bed in about 3 weeks which is really good for me. That doesn't mean that I hadn't occasionally woken up desperate to go potty and ended up having a potty accident on my way to the bathroom. I have at least 1 or 2 of those a week, typically. I keep trying to stay dry more often, but damn is it hard.Anna from Austria
question for my fellow ladies
Hi there, this time I have just a little question for my fellow ladies out of curiosity.
I am in the pee fart camp and do it very often when peeing but when using public restrooms pee farts can be hardly heard compared to poo farts.
How about you? Are you in the pee fart camp too or do you regularly hear pee farts when using publich washrooms or are the rather rare like in my surroundings?
greetings from Austria
AnnaLeah
Phobia
Dear David p:
Hey David, what caused your phobia to return do you think? Because I find, or I found that you do get used to it after a while, just try sitting down on a public loo even if its only to pee and let nature do it's thing.
As for me pooping at work:
I used to have a poo at work everyday for the past three years, and my secret, as I have written about before was pot noodles.
I would have a pot noodle for lunch everyday, and my stomach would start churning soon after, and within an hour of eating a pot noodle I would be doing a desperate poo walk/run to the loo and make a big mess in the ladies room.
And this used to happen everyday, I realised the pot noodles were going through me like a ton of bricks and my farts were so uncontrollable I would have to excuse myself just so I could fart somewhere.
So in that situation there is no holding in your poo until you get home, being that desperate meant it felt so good to explode in the loo, but my stomach hurt for hours after.
So basically, what I've learnt is that if you need to go, you will, but if you try to go but can't, then you probably arnt that desperate. But if I need to poo I will go anywhere, it just means it might take longer in busy loo's but I'll still go.
And when I'm in public I always have a magazine in my handbag, if you distract yourself on the loo it makes it easier because you relax a bit more.
So when I'm in public I have my magazine open on my lap, just glancing at it while doing other things, like filing my nails or checking my hair or makeup with a little mirror I carry.
Using a makeup pencil or lipstick or even changing my pad.
Of course you can't do any of those things but my point is to find ways to distract your mind, and yeah, just practise pooping somewhere quiet, like a park for example.
I hope I have given you some ideas David p, please ask if you need more information.
Leah