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Denise

Responses and some stories

Hi Catherine,

Haha, yes what you describe from your friend is definitely a classic ADHD experience! I've met other ADHDers in my life and many of us have struggled with bathroom needs for that reason. I'd be willing to bet your friend has had a few accidents in her life. But you're right, when the ADHD focus works well, it IS a superpower! I love it when I'm immersed in a project and can get tons done very quickly.

As for those stories you posted, I had a browse. That poor woman on the plane - OMG! I would have parachuted out if I were her! I'm surprised the flight attendants weren't more attentive to preventing a hygiene issue in that circumstance. I've had a few close calls on airplanes too, though never an accident...travelling throws off my routines. But I have been in that position of being so desperate I found myself pounding on a bathroom door and shouting...not very fun but it's kept my pants clean and dry.

More generally, I've been thinking about some of my childhood accidents. I had one that taught me the lesson of not being stubborn about my pride. Because I'd had a handful of accidents and my whole family knew I was prone to getting 'in the zone', they would sometimes draw attention to my body language. For example, if I was deeply immersed in something and was crossing my legs and holding myself, they'd say 'Denise do you need to pee?' because it was clear I was either not aware or was ignoring it. For some reason I really disliked this. It came to a head one day when I was about nine years old. We were all watching a movie in the living room when my mom said to me, 'Denise do you need the bathroom?' Her question snapped me out of my reverie and I realized I did need to poop, and badly. I was sitting on my foot and rocking back and forth holding it in. But now I felt embarrassed about being caught out like that, so I pretended I didn't need to go. 'No' I lied, and tried to sit still. My mom gave me a look but didn't push it. Now I was in a pickle, I was bursting for a poop but told myself I'd hang on just a bit longer so it didn't look like I was lying. I tried not to squirm too much but the pressure was becoming sooooo intense. Trying to get comfortable and barely holding it back at this point, I shifted, lifting my butt off my foot and swinging my other foot up, but turns out my foot was the only thing keeping my poop in and as I moved, it started coming out and filling my pants. I froze for a second, panicked, before panicking even more and realizing I looked suspicious. I carefully put my other leg under me so I was sort of kneeling on the couch, but with my legs slightly apart so my butt and growing poop bulge had some space. I could feel my face burning bright red and was glad for the darkened room. My heart was pounding as I calculated what to do next. I figured I'd sit there for a few minutes before excusing myself and hoped I would get away with it. But, no such chance. My mom was watching me and surely by now the whole family could smell me. Sure enough, my mom said 'Denise, did you just have an accident?' All my siblings were looking at me. I couldn't make eye contact with anybody else. I stared at the floor and shook my head. My mom said 'are you sure?' Meanwhile my older brother said 'Mom I'm pretty sure she pooped her pants'. My eyes started welling up as my mom said 'Denise, is that true?' Tears rolled down my cheeks as I shook my head one more time, but the jig was truly up by now. My mom sighed and said 'Ok, well why don't you get up and follow me then'. I knew there was nothing else to do. I slowly got up, trying to hide my big saggy bum from everyone and followed my mom into the bathroom. She gave me a lecture then which I never forgot. She said 'Denise, you really musn't be too embarrassed to say you need the bathroom. Everyone has to go and there's no shame in speaking up. I know you don't like it when we ask if you need the bathroom, but we're only doing it to help you. We all know you get distracted and that's okay, you're not in trouble, we just want to help'. By now I was full on crying and super embarrassed that I'd just pooped my pants out of stupid pride. My mom's words really stuck with me and I never pretended I didn't have to go ever again, although I still didn't love it when people asked me if I needed the bathroom.

That was not however, the end of me trying to hide my accidents. I've written before about a time I pooped my snowsuit on the way home one day. I was really hoping I could sneak in and get cleaned up without anybody noticing. Unfortunately, my dad was there at the door when I got in. He started asking me questions about my outing, and helping me get my winter clothes off. I started panicking because I knew once my snowpants came off, he'd see my accident in my leggings. Once I had my boots, hat, scarf, mittens, and jacket off and was just wearing my snow pants. I stopped getting undressed and just stood there. He said 'Alright, let's get your pants off'. I balked and said 'I think I'll just leave them on for a while'. He was naturally confused by this and said 'If you're cold we'll get you some sweatpants, let's go, you can't wear your snowpants in the house'. I should add that while I'd been unable to hold in my poop, I was still managing to hold on to a pretty big pee and was pretty desperate, so I was fidgeting and at this moment, needed to cross my legs to keep holding on. My dad witnessed this and said 'what, do you have to pee? Come on let's go'. I still refused to move and said as nonchalantly as possible, 'No thanks I'll just stay here for a bit'. I could feel my face getting red now and knew I was screwed but wasn't ready to give up. I just couldn't bear the thought of my accident getting revealed and how embarrassed I would feel. My heart was racing as I uncrossed and recrossed my legs and just prayed my dad would leave. He did not, and looked confused. Then he said, 'Denise, what's going on. Do you need the bathroom?'. I self consciously reached back and held my butt. Dad noticed and said 'Do you need to poop?' I could feel my eyes filling with tears. Clutching my butt and with tears spilling over, I jammed my knees together in a desperate pee dance and said 'no dad'. He looked bewildered and let me stand there squirming and crying, hanging on to my butt for a minute before just saying 'anything you want to tell me Denise?'. I accepted defeat and sobbed out that I'd had an accident in my pants. He sighed but looked sympathetic. I was feeling guilty now so through my tears I began explaining that I'd had to go really badly and tried my best to make it to the bathroom, but just could not hold it any longer. He hurried me into the bathroom saying 'let's just make sure you don't have a second accident today'.

Anyway! Those are just some memories that have been floating around lately. I hope you are all well!


Annie

Very quick soft poop

Got up this morning around 8:15, sat up in bed, put my feet into the flip flops, grabbed my Walmart bag, toothbrush and toothpaste and water jar and went to the washroom to pee and brush my teeth. Of course after peeing I washed my hands (I was taught that from a young age). Afterwards I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my room (you need to do that here otherwise people here will look at it and assume it's for everyone to use) and went upstairs for breakfast. My caregiver wasn't up yet and her son was lying on the living room floor with his broken leg. Breakfast was on the table. There were dumplings, green beans, sprouts, rice, an apple, banana and cup of coffee on the table. I assumed that the fruit was for lunch but I microwaved breakfast and drank the coffee then. I took my medications afterwards, went downstairs, grabbed my water jug and jar, filled them and went back downstairs. A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop so I grabbed the Walmart bag off the floor, stood up, walked to the door, took the flip flops off, opened the door, went into the hallway, put the other flip flops on, closed the door, turned off the light and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, went in, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first a lot then pushed out a big soft poop (one big but soft piece) that came out quickly. That was a surprise. Finally when I was done I pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper, took some off the roll, put the roll of TP into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. I put the dirty toilet paper into the toilet afterwards. Bathroom stunk somewhat but not terribly. Stood up, pulled my underwear (high cut dark green underwear) and black sweatpants up and turned to look in the toilet. There was a long thick soft poop that kind of stuck up at the end. I'm not sure how long it was but it was pretty long. Flushed the toilet and it went down. P.U. Better out than in. Went to the sink, turned on the tap, washed my hands, turned off the tap, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light, walked to my room, took the flip flops off outside my room, opened the door, went in, put the flip flops on in here, dried my hands on the towels, closed the door, came to the bed and have been writing this for a while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, happy and is enjoying their December so far.

Happy pooping and peeing!

Annie


Catherine

Response to Omega

Omega: I apologize that I missed your comment about my story! It was either poop my pants or poop in the trash can. I could not move! "Jill," our mayor and owner of our Pharmacy/Restaurant/Gift Shop was a quick thinker in that shituation!

I hope you are well!

Catherine!


Realizing my kid was lactose intolerant

Not long after he was potty trained, my wife and I came to realize our son was lactose intolerant. He'd has the usual bouts of poop issues some toddlers have when potty training, but I distinctly remember the month we finally put 2 and 2 together and realized he couldn't handle dairy.

My son had gone to a friend's birthday party for the day, where they'd been served icecream cake. I picked him up not long after that, and on the ride home he started to complain that his stomach hurt. I assumed he'd just had too much to eat at the party, but assured him we'd be home soon. We had maybe 2 miles to go when he started saying he had to poop really bad. I told him to hold it, we were so close to the house, but right as we turned down our street, he said he couldn't hold it anymore, and I could hear the "Blorpblorpblorp" as he suddenly filled his pants.

I admit I was a bit pissed about this, thinking he just wasn't holding it well enough. I tried not to act to angry at him since he was already crying, and I took him from his car seat and carried him into the upstairs bathroom. I pulled off his shoes and socks and pants and saw there was already trail of brown sludge staring to run down his legs. I tried to be careful when taking his underwear off, but they were full of soft mushy poop, and anyone who's ever had to take poopy underwear off a 5 year old knows how messy that can get. I threw the underwear away and grabbed some of the baby wipes we still kept on hand and started to clean him up, but it was a lot and I went through like 6 wipes and he still wasn't clean enough to put in the tub.

I had him standing off to the side while I got a new waste basket liner from under the bathroom sink to throw all the used wipes away when suddenly he whines that he needs to go again, and before I could get him onto the toilet seat, a cascade of soft shit spilled out of him and splattered onto the floor. I know I scared him by accident when I quickly grabbed him and put him on the toilet, but thank God I did because even more came out then.

I eventually got him and the bathroom clean,but then damn near the same thing happened the next week, only this time it was after he had mac and cheese. I was not mad at him this time because when he called me from the bathroom that day and I went in, it was obvious that he'd tried to make it to the toilet but failed. There was thick mushy shit in his underwear again and lots in the toilet.

I finally realized that lactose was the culprit when a week after that, he and I stopped at a Dairy Queen one Saturday and then went to the park after. He didn't even last an hour before he started to complain of a stomach ache. We immediately left the park, but there is a five minute walk through the woods back to the parking lot, and he was already saying he had to poop. I picked him up and carried him off the path and behind a large outcropping of rocks and told him he was going to have to go outside. He did not like that idea at all, but I quickly pulled his pants down and set him on a fallen log and told him this was better than doing it in his pants. I of course stayed with him and held his hands so he didn't fall off the log, but in the end he didn't have a choice anyway as he had no control and a huge amount of soft sloppy shit rushed out and created a massive pile on the other side of the log. I told him to try and get it all out, and he was able to push a few more soft blobs onto the pile before he was done. We didn't have anything to wipe with, so I just used his underwear and cleaned his butt as best I could with it before putting his pants back on and then carrying him the rest of the way to the car. He had more diarrhea (on the toilet thankfully) when we got home, but my wife and I talked about what seemed to be triggering it, and that's when we realized it was dairy.


Noot

Desperate at night

Hey all,

So, the way that our flat is laid out, I would need to walk past my roommate's bedroom to get to the only loo in the apartment. That would also mean opening the living room door, which would definitely wake her up. And given she's got a big day tomorrow, I really don't want to wake her up.

Only problem is that I'm busting for the toilet. Wee and a poo. I've been squirming and bouncing and holding for as long as I can, but that won't last forever. I'll let you all know what happens but at the very least a leak seems kinda inevitable. She'll be up in a few hours!

Noot


Anna from Austria

burrito dump

Hi guys a new story from me. Last weekend I was trying out new mexian restaurant.

I have already made the experience that mexican food has quite some effect on my digestiv system. But normaly i can only feel the effect on the next day.

The burritos from the mexixan restaurant kicked in way sooner. In fact I had to go only 10 to 15 minutes after eating. When I entered the ladies room I already could feel a faint poop smell. So I was not the only one who felt the effect I guess.

The ladies room was empty though. I took the one the stalls. Locked the door and pulled down my panties. At first I did hissing pee and in mid pee I did huge booming fart and some soft poo left my behind. Then 2 more farts and some more mushy poo. Then I was done. I had to flush a few times to get rid of the skidmarks. Then I left the stall, washed my hands and went back to my table were my friends were waiting.

I hoped you liked my story

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Mary-Ann
So on Monday I had a sudden urge to go during an afternoon lecture. The urge came outta nowhere! I tried to hold it but after a few minutes I knew I couldn't. I slipped out of the classroom and made my way to the nearest bathroom. It was a single-stall kind, but the door was locked because someone was already in there. I hoped they'd finish up soon, but after a couple of minutes I realized they were shitting! I thought about going elsewhere, but I knew I wouldn't make it. So I waited.

Finally, I heard some paper rustling and then the girl left without flushing. She was a tall brunette from my chemistry class. She gave me a weird look as she washed her hands and left. I opened the door and was hit with a wall of stench. Damn, that girl really let one rip! The toilet was filled with logs, and some were floating on top like little islands. But I was desperate, so I sat down and let 'er rip.

My shit came out in a long, crackling stream, like breaking twigs. It was a relief, though - I'd been holding it in for too long. The smell got even worse as my crap hit the water, but I didn't care. When I was finally done, I wiped and stood up. The toilet was even more full now, with my contribution added to the mix. Some of the other girl's logs were still visible, but mine had mostly broken apart and mixed in.

I grabbed some extra paper and tried to clean up as best I could before leaving. I felt bad for whoever had to clean that mess after me. The next day, when I passed by the bathroom, it had a sign saying "OUT OF ORDER." I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking about that poor janitor who'd have to deal with whatever was in there. And every time I see that brunette from chem class, all I can think of is her leaving a steaming pile of logs in that toilet and me having to sit in it. Gross!


Taylor

Phone call wetting

I had a very important phone call today, one I could not leave or miss. It went on for such a long time and I was desperate to pee, but I didn't want to put the person on hold or worse, use the toilet with them listening. The desperation came in waves and I eventually reached the point where I just couldn't hold it any more and looking down at the wet patch on my jeans just cemented my predicament. I was home alone and I needed to do laundry anyway so I just let it happen. My body didn't protest in the slightest and I proceeded to utterly drench my jeans all the way down to my ankles while talking on the phone the whole time. It was the most relieving pee of my life! I ended up wetting myself a small amount again later while still on the phone, does anyone else find once they are wet they need to pee again?

Taylor


Catherine

Do You Have Diarrhea?

Hi Toiletstool!

Well, apparently the bug that my family had a few weeks ago is making its way around the community.

I've decided that I would have a little fun with it. As I have shared before, I am a quiet person by nature, reserved, and I do not talk about pooping in general. I will with my family and with "Beth."

For years I've noticed that many people are uncomfortable using the word "diarrhea." It's funny, because, as a meme once said, "Diarrhea" would be a beautiful name for a girl if it did not mean what it means." And it is is a beautiful word, but it does mean loose stools, urgency to use the toilet, smell, sickness, and the like. (I also think "defecate" is a beautiful word that would be a beautiful name for a girl if it did not mean what it meant. Since a lot of women named Catherine go by "Kate" or "Cate" I thought about making my name for this forum Defe-Cate, but I decided against it. I've never gone by Cate or Cathy for that matter. It's always been Catherine.)

So since I had been sick I decided that if anyone talked about this bug, I would make sure to use the word "diarrhea" no matter how uncomfortable it made me or the people I talked with.

It has been amusing. One lady in her 50's came into the pharmacy to buy some Imodium and she said that her daughter had been sick with a stomach bug. I told her I was so sorry and that vomiting was no fun. She replied that she hadn't thrown up but had the other. And I just blurted out, "Oh, so she has diarrhea." And the woman blushed and nodded her head. Then I went over how to use the Imodium properly for the diarrhea.

Another woman in her 30's who has been a customer for a while came and picked up a prescription. She asked if it caused any symptoms. I said that it probably would give her diarrhea. She winced. I told her to eat some yogurt and perhaps take a fiber supplement and she agreed.

Another woman in her early 40's came in and said that her whole house had the stomach bug and was looking for some medicine. And I asked about their symptoms. She said that the kids had thrown up but everyone was "sick at the other end." And I replied, "Oh, so you all have diarrhea." And she said yes and it was really bad. As I was helping her find some medicine she asked for the restroom and was gone for about 20 minutes.

And there were other examples.

But please, we need to use the word diarrhea. It is a good word to name a symptom that is uncomfortable and can cause issues if we don't treat it!

So, do YOU have diarrhea?

Love to all!

Catherine!


Shauna B

Survey

(New here so i might get the format slightly wrong)

(1): have you ever got your poop something unintentionally (like itching your butt with something)

(2): have you ever had your bottom wiped outside of being a baby / toddler

(3): have you ever picked up on someone around might have a badly wiped bottom

(4): best instance of using your poop to get back at someone

(5): longest time you've been stuck on the toilet / worse poop

(6): similar to (2) have you ever gotten in trouble for not wiping well

(This my first survey so i hope i got the format right !)


Skidmarked from a walk

Replies

Jessica- Do you guys get skidmarks? No, I am clean when the situation is right. lol the situation normally isn't right I get wedgies, having to poop without toiletpaper, farting, feeling lazy. It happens! That's why the human civilization has countued so far.

Do you have to pee and poop while doing cardio?

Have you taken a poop or pee outdoors?

If so why and describe it?


Wednesday, December 11, 2024


To Jessica

Jessica your story about pooping at school was good let me know how your after Thanksgiving poop was mine was nice & smooth! Are u & your family open about your bathroom habits? Me & my mom are pretty open about it she texted me & told me she clogged the toilet the other day! lol


Jessica W

Where was the strangest placed you ever pooped at?

Not long after mine and Mark's wedding - we'll be having our 10th anniversary just after my 30th birthday - I pooped in a bag on a lookout tower. I remember it to be one of my most satisfying poos!

G'day,
Jessee


Catherine

Petro's Survey

About a year ago a fellow by the name of Petro was asking very detailed questions to the women on this forum! I don't know how I missed this survey, but I thought it would be fun!

I love surveys and am happy to answer any questions that are appropriate for this forum!

So here goes:

Hello, Catherine!
I've read a lot of your posts here and I'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind.
1. Is it difficult for you to poop? No. It comes naturally and easy for me. I am very regular!

2. As you're pooping, have you to strain a lot for pushing your poop out? As you're doing a thick poop, is it difficult for you to push it out? No. Due to my high fiber diet my BMs are voluminous and soft. They do give me a lot of pressure, but the relief is immense when I finally defecate.

3. Do you usually fart before you start pooping? Sometimes I'll pass some gas and this is the signal that a poop is coming soon!

4. As you sit down on the toilet for pooping, have you to push a lot before your first turd comes out or does everything fall out at once? Everything comes out. I rarely push, maybe to get some leftover bits out. But the bulk of the stool, if not the whole thing, is pretty automatic!

5. Do you always poop by yourself? Sometimes Alan is in there with me. I have had to go with my daughters and/or son in the stall. I've written about those on the forum.

6. Do you usually poop as you feel you have to do it? Do you ever sit down on the toilet and try to poop without having an urge for it? Would you be able to poop in that case? No. I want the urge to be strong before I go to the toilet.

7. Have you ever a situation as you sit down on the toilet for pooping and start pushing, but you can't push your poop out? And have you situations as you have to push for a long time during pooping? If you had such situations, did you perceive them as a positive or a negative thing? No. If I don't have to go I don't go. When traveling or in any other routine that gets me off my schedule I won't make myself go until I have the urge to go.

8. Do you like pooping? If you have to push a big poop out, is it pleasant for you? Do you take it for a positive thing? Absolutely love it! It is very relaxing, pleasant and enjoyable. It is a very positive thing for me and very healthy!

9. If you've pushed a big poop out, are you proud of it? Oh yes! I've taken pictures of my best ones!


10. Do you like peeing? If you pee a lot of urine out, is it pleasant for you? No. I hate peeing. It is a chore. As much as I love pooping, I hate peeing. I love to drink water and coffee. But I hate what it does to my bladder. I mean I don't go often but I just hate having to take a break to pee.

11. Why did your pee come out at once before your pregnancy, but now the stream is weaker and sometimes you have stop and start to your pees? (You wrote about it on the page 2888.) I am not sure why but it is pretty much back to normal now.

12. Why do you fart most of the time now, when you sit for a pee, but before your pregnancy you did it during the first pee of the day as a rule? (The same page.) It is back to normal now. I just think that everything down there gets a little weaker due to pregnancy and labor, but my sphincter is back to normal.

13. Do you ever try to poop after peeing, especially after your morning pee? As in the words of Master Yoda, when it comes to poop, I either doo or doo not. There is no try!

14. As you gave birth to Joey, why had you to have your BM in the hospital room, but not in the bathroom? (You wrote about it on the page 2853.) There was a bathroom in the hospital room.

15. Did it become more difficult for you to poop after you gave birth or is everything with it in the same way as before that? And was it difficult for you to poop during your pregnancy? Postpartum poops can be rough! Everything is back to normal!

16. As you're pooping in front of Joey, does he like to look it? As he sees you pooping, does he comment it somehow? And you? He has made a few comments about the smell and if I make noises. Of course that was a few years ago! He is seven now and I don't let him in the bathroom unless necessary.

17. Do you ever make a buddy dump with Joey? No. He is my son. That crosses the line. If he is in there with me or I am in there with him it is out of necessity. We teach privacy in our home.

18. Do you ever poop outdoors? Only once out of necessity when we lost power due to a hurricane that came through a few years ago. Now we have a generator to power our well incase we lose power!

19. May I also ask you some questions about pooping in your childhood? If you don't mind, of course! I would rather not. I feel that I may have shared a few to many things already about my children and I just don't think I should go into further detail.

20. And I'd also like to ask you: do you live in USA? If you do, in what state? I live in the USA and in the South. That is all I am comfortable sharing!

Love to all!

Catherine!




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