Nervous Mom
Constipated Daughter
Hello, newbie here. I just had to physically dig poop out of my daughter's bottom. I mean I actually had to stick my fingers into her butt and pull her poop out because it was too big and she was having trouble passing it. She's never struggled with constipation before but she's 13 and just recently began having periods. This is the 2nd time in the last month that I've found her struggling on the toilet trying to empty her bowels. The first time she ended up passing it herself but today I had to step in. It was terrible, my poor girl was in so much pain. Very traumatizing for both of us!Carin
Questions for Monika B.
I enjoyed your survey answers. You seem to be kind of a complex person, as am I. If you would, here are a couple of questions about what you wrote:
What makes you distinguish between peeing but not pooping in public bathrooms?
What is behind your issue with portable potty toilets being singled out for non-use?
What qualities do you feel make you a germaphobe?
Thank you for your time with my questions, Monika B.
Carin
I hope I made the right decision but I worry that taking her to see a doctor would have been even more painful for her. I'll have to bring her in if this persists though. Has anybody else on the forum ever had to do this for their child? Or maybe have had a parent do this for you? Does anybody have any advice for if she gets hit by another bout of constipation? Please help!
Nervous Mom
TJ
When i was a kid and my older sister and i had to pee while we were at a place that only had single toilet bathrooms, my mom would take us in the bathroom and she would put my sister on the sink to pee and then she would sit herself down on the toilet and then i would stand and pee on the wall between the toilet and the sink.
Deb
Bikini Accident (story form my past)
Hello, my name is Deb. In my last post I made mention of an accident I had while wearing a two-piece bikini. Here's that story...
It was about five years ago and I was hanging out with two of my girlfriends, Carrie and Lisa at Grand Bend beach. My parents were not home, so we stayed at their place and walked down to the beach. My bikini was a light pink colour and I had a pair of loose fitting, see-through capri pants to wear over them. My bikini bottoms were a full-cut style and came up high on my waist.
On the afternoon of this beautiful Saturday, we walked down to the beach which took us about 20 minutes. We found a good spot on the beach and just hung out, talked and basically just got some sun. We had some lunch as well and went in the water a few times.
Towards the middle of the afternoon, at around 3pm I think, we were laying on our towels and I started cramping up a bit. I sat up and my friend Carrie asked me if I was okay. I told her that I was having a cramp, but I just brushed it off as PMS cramps. About 20 minutes later I felt everything in my bowels just drop and I sat back up really quickly. My body pushed out a fart with a squelch. I said "oh god!" and got up quickly and rushed over to the washrooms. Unfortunately there was a rather large lineup when I got there. I was hanging on with all that I had, but I was starting to let out some really mushy diarrhea into my bikini. I was in real trouble and I just couldn't hold it back. The line moved forward slightly and I shuffled a few feet, and that's when I totally lost all control of my bowels. I completely exploded in my pink bikini. The mess spread all around my bum and went up my back. It started leaking down my legs as well. I just stood there in total shock and the people around me moved out of the way slightly. Finally Lisa and Carrie came up and Lisa
wrapped my towel around my waist.
Unfortunately we still had a good 20 minute walk back to m parents house, which actually took us more like a half an hour because I had to walk slowly. I kept letting out more diarrhea in my bikini and it was going down my legs. I didn't bother putting on my capri pants bro didn't want them to get ruined.
I had a long hot shower and cleaned out my bikini bottoms.
So, that's a quick story of my terrible bikini beach accident from a few years ago.
Thanks for reading.
DebCatherine
Monika's Question and Survey
Monika,
You asked whether or not we might like to hold our bowel movements for a little before actually going, especially if they urge is strong. The answer is...
YES!!!
I love the urge to go, especially when I know it's going to be big (and I mean big even for my normally large, voluminous doodies.)
In conversation, and I'm really trying to be careful with how I say this, but it does cause some feelings of arousal. Too, it just gets my heart rate going a little more and makes the eventually defecation process very relieving and pleasurable.
Also, here are my answers to the survey you shared:
1. When pooping with someone present at your home do you wait and hold or do you just let go (for example siblings, parents, kids nearby)?
I go. I'm not saying that I don't feel slight embarrassment. But when you gotta go, you gotta go!
2. When pooping in public toilet have you ever been in a stalemate? For example you and the someone else waiting till someone leaves the bathroom to finally start nr 2.
No. I will just go. This doesn't happen often with me at all. But I don't do stalemates.
3. When pooping in public someone knocks on the door do you quit pooping or do you continue pooping? What if the other person keeps waiting at the door?
I don't think this has ever happened to me. I would just finish going.
4. Have you ever buddy dumped with a stranger in public toilets or in nature?
No.
5. When on a trip with family or friends, can you poop in the hotel or do you wait out an opportunity for you to be alone?
When I have to go, I will go. Sometimes when I travel, I will get off my poop schedule. So, when the urge strikes, I am certain to take care of it so that I don't feel miserable.
6. When out camping with a van, do you poop in the toilet in the van or not?
I've never been camping. I know, I'm from the south and that's what we are supposed to do, right? But my family never did growing up and our family has no desire to do so!
7. When at a festival or other outdoor gathering have you pooped in the porta potty's?
No. I have had to use a porta potty to pee a few times.
8. When having dinner at a friends house do you poop after dinner at their place or do you wait till home?
Yes. I've shared stories here, most recently regarding a gathering with my husband's fellow football coaches. When I have to go, I have to go. I can hold it for a while, maybe thirty minutes max. But once the urge strikes, there's no going back for me.
9. When hospitalized and in a room with multiple people do you poop in your room or do you go the public facilities in the hallway?
When I gave birth to "Joey" I had to have a bowel movement a couple of times in the hospital room. Fortunately, people did not stay long when they visited. Thankfully, that's the only time I've been in a hospital.
10. How many times a week do you hear other people pooping, either at home or in public?
Not often. Our bathroom at work is for one person only. At home, Alan and I will go in front of each other, especially if we are in a hurry. I don't hear the girls. Of course, Joey is three and I'm still helping with the potty, LOL!
I hope that was interesting!
Also, to Dan H: Thank you for your kind words!
Love to all!
Catherine!Celine
To Dan H: It was the biggest dump I had taken in awhile But my day-after-Thanksgiving BMs tend to be. I've buddy dumped with Tati more times than I can remember, but there was only one time we clogged a toilet together. We were at a Wal Mart and we both really needed to shit. We got to the ladies and all the stalls were occupied except for the handicap stall. We really couldn't wait, so we each sat on a side of the toilet, with our asses touching, and we pooped. I hadn't gone in a couple days and neither had Tatiana, so we filled the bowl, pretty much. It was quite a sight-thick long turds piled on top of each other. We wiped, and I attempted to flush it but it nearly overflowed. So we left and found an employee, and told her somebody had clogged the toilet in the handicap stall-we were both too embarrassed to tell the whole truth.
To Catherine-Much thanks for the birthday wishes. :) You're very sweet. It was enjoyable, I didn't do much but hang around the house all day but I got some nice gifts, including this really cute snowflake pendant from my dad and these zip-up boots from my sister. My BM that day was the only one I had, but it was nice and big. I felt ten pounds lighter. Tati came in a few minutes later to take a shit because my mom was in the other bathroom, so for pretty much the entire day my own bathroom stank to high heaven lol.
Thunder
Poop anxiety
I not the post from Unknown. I do not know exactly how to get over poop anxiety but I was a bit like that but on discovering the benefits and joy if a big shit it makes things a lot easier . When you go away try a suppository! Experiment before you go away so you know what to expect . Good luck
Rosalynne
Interesting thing at my high school
At my high school a wing of the building, that includes the faculty lounge and bathroom, is being torn down and will be rebuilt over the next year. That's the only bathroom for teachers. There's always been a few teachers use our bathrooms because of time and emergencies, but now I find it amusing that I can be on the toilet during 2nd hour study hall taking my crap and one each side of me a teacher will come hurrying in, plop themselves down and most often do a vicious, lengthy pee. My friend Nichole had just peed next to me while I was seated and at my mid-crap pushing for what my grandma calls the main event. The door to that toilet was slammed open hard and this teacher dropped her slacks to the floor, seemed to spread her legs wide, and did what seemed like a hover pee without actually sitting down. The noise seemed wicked to Nichole and me probably because the pee was hitting the bowl water harder. It was so steady. Then I guess she made a phone call and she told the person who answered to 'read their GD mail' and then she hung up. One foot then went up off the floor and the toilet flushed. Then she rushed out, past Nichole, without wiping herself. That especially surprised Nichole, although we figure the teacher was embarrassed by our being there. Neither me or Nichole knew who the teacher was. Neither me or Nichole had experienced a hover pee-er before. I used two wet wipes from the pack in my purse to clean myself because the toilet paper squares offered at our school are so tiny that I get my fingers dirty just cleaning myself after a crap. That same day right after we had lunch Nichole and I went into another bathroom to pee. We couldn't get the adjacent toilets like we usually do because there was this teacher on the middle toilet really blasting the gas for what I guess was her crap. Both me and Nichole had to hold back our laughter. When we got out into the hall Nichole did a great imitation of what we had heard.
To Catherine:
Thanks for your great suggestion on the wipes. They work well. Nichole is going to get some too when she gets paid for her next babysitting job. Both Nichole and I wonder if a lot of the teachers are surprised by the dumb toilet paper squares too.Zip
Buddy dumping in different states
I was recently texting throughout the day with a buddy who lives in Texas. At one point we mentioned how we were dumping a lot daily and he sent me a pic of himself on the toilet at his house. I had to laugh at that one because right at that moment I was also on a toilet in Home Depot in California. So of course I had to send him a text of myself emptying out too. We were in sync. His first comment was "when did Home Depot start selling underwear?" He was referring to my bright orange briefs that were visible in the pic. They were the same color as the Home Depot orange aprons. I've bought Carhartt pants and sweatshirts there, and if HD sold orange briefs, I'd get some of those too.
We recently had another "in sync" moment like that when I was at Home Depot. He often freeballs it so this time I didn't see any underwear, but again he commented on my briefs, this time mentioning the plaid pattern. It's actually kind of fun knowing we are both dumping out at the same time.
Shannon
Hi everyone! Just back with a few responses and a short update!
Monika B- Thats very impressive how you are able to hold it in for so long especially when you feel desperate. I obviously cannot relate, my body becomes incontinent fairly quickly once I am desperate. I totally get what you mean about the relief though. If I really really gotta go, and I just make it to the toilet in time, the relief is almost euphoric. Even when I wind up going in my pants sometimes the amazing feeling of relief outweighs the shame and inconvenience of pooping myself. Have you ever held it in for so long that you weren't sure if you were going to make it to the toilet? Have you ever not made it?
Mike B: hi Mike! I'm glad you like my stories. And thank you for wishing me well on my accident free streak. I have an update on that later in my posting! Anyway it helps me to talk about it so much since it plays such a role in my life, and its nice that there is a place I can talk about it and others will find interest and can relate. Thanks Toiletstool! As far as my friends go- I have never had the opportunity to witness any of them have an accident, though I am aware of some accidents of friends. I've written about them here, in fact my last post contains a story about a friend's accident. Also, my best friend told me a very long time ago about peeing her pants at school when she was in 6th grade, and when I was a young teenager I went to overnight summer camp and one night a girl pooped her bed with diarrhea and it was the talk of camp the next day.
Kaycha: I'm glad that your wetting problem has gone away for the most part, but I'm so sorry you had to deal with that growing up. My own accident problem didn't really start to occur until I hit puberty, and thankfully it never happened in school, but I had immense fear of doing so. I can't imagine the repercussions that had for you mentally and the effect it had on your social life, being a girl who routinely wet herself at school. I hope kids weren't hard on you like your parents were...I'm very sorry they treated you that way.
Catherine: happy pooping! I'm glad you're doing better from your post Thanksgiving diarrhea spell! I'm looking forward to reading from you again as always.
Trekkie: thanks for doing my survey! I kind of HAVE to take my accidents in stride lol. If I didn't my life would be quite sad I feel like. When it first started happening as a teen, it made me extremely self conscious and depressed, and I dwelled on it for days whenever it happened. Over time I sort of accepted it for what it is and just deal with it and move on. This of course doesn't mean I'm not utterly mortified when I poop my pants in front of others. There's no getting used to that.
Deb: hello again! As far as periods go, I had very painful periods as a teenager but I don't recall having much bowel trouble during them, just looser loads. But because of the pain, a doctor suggested birth control when I was about 18 and I still use it to avoid the period pain. It helps that I'm not interested in having children. Also, I'm sorry your date night got ruined when you pooped your pants. That's no fun! How did you manage to go to the pub and stay for a while without him smelling your accident? I just know when I poop in my pants the smell is always very strong and obvious.
Ok now an update. So as far as being accident free for the remainder of the year...I haven't pooped myself since a few weeks ago when it happened two days in a row! Thats pretty good for me and I am feeling confident about that. Thats the good news.
The weird news is...I wet myself in bed last night?? Hasn't happened in a pretty long time, probably 10 years. I used to wet the bed in college sometimes if I drank too much (*this reminds me of a short bonus story), but I only had one hard seltzer last night and it was like 2 hours before bed. I woke up at 4 in the morning and my underwear was sopping wet, as well as the back and side of my shirt, and of course the sheets. i must have peed very shortly before i woke up. I literally just sat there in awe for a few minutes and as I sat there I could sort of remember dreaming about peeing too, so I probably wet myself because I peed in the dream or something...or maybe i peed in the dream because i was wetting myself in real life? lol. Anyway...it was really embarrassing because I had someone over sharing the bed with me... I had to wake her up and tell her I had an accident and had to take the sheets off... luckily she was really cool and sympathetic about it and she told me I probably drank too much, and I just went with it and pretended I drank a lot more than I really did last night. I dont know why I lied it just felt less embarrassing with the excuse of being drunk I suppose. Anyway, so I guess I can't claim to be accident free so I will have to either restart the count or I can just say its a no poop accident streak. Either way, I'm determined to keep that one up!
*a quick bonus story about a night time accident in college due to drinking too much. One night i must have had 14 or 15 beers at a party. i was kind of a rambunctious kid in college lol. anyway, i went to bed that night, and only like an hour later i remember sort of drifting in and out of consciousness, and at one point i was laying there and it kind of felt like my butt was blowing bubbles. i was too drunk and had no idea what was happening so i just kept laying there thinking about this weird bubbly sensation and wondering what was going on, and i was like paralyzed from being half asleep. Within a few seconds it then started to feel very hot and damp in my underwear, and the feeling overtook my whole butt. only then did it occur to me that i was pooping my underwear in the bed. oops... buuut the grossest part is that i was so drunk and tired that i slept in the mess... i was extremely upset with myself when i woke up in the morning...
Xoxo
ShannonEnd Stall Em
Public Toilet Survey
As a college student, employee in customer services for a regional mall, and someone sharing an apartment with a germaphobic boyfriend, I think it might be interesting to learn why people of all ages might want to hold up their bathroom needs, risk accidents, make a special trip home, and all the other things we share here to avoid a pee or poo or sometimes both in a public bathroom. Here are a few questions. I would think that the answers will be diverse and interesting.
1. When you were growing up and out with a parent shopping or at another activity what did they do or say when you said you had to pee or poo?
2. Were you ever put down or scolded because you didn't go at home 15 or 20 minutes ago before you left?
3. At what age were you allowed to go into a public bathroom on your own, do your thing, and come out on your own?
4. What were you taught about how to handle yourself under such conditions? Did your parents check up on you while you were in there?
Did they ask you questions when you came out?
5. What were your parents' attitudes about using or avoiding public bathrooms? What did they say about selecting the urinal or toilet used and the outcome of their experience?
6. How tolerant were they of others and their good or bad habits when using the bathroom. What did they say about lines? The lack of privacy? Cleanliness questions?
7. Did your parents expect things from you in such situations and violate their word as well? What about siblings?
8. What impact did teachers, babysitters and other adults have on your attitudes about public bathrooms?
My answers:
1. They usually took me to the nearest bathroom. At about age 6 they let me go in by myself, but waited outside the main entrance door. Up until that point, dad would take me into the mens room and that was embarrassing to me. I would almost be peeing or crapping my pants while he spread toilet paper over the seat for me to sit on. I was surprised because on the toilet next to me, he would sit directly onto the seat for his crap. I was curious about it and when I asked him he said he had paper under him. Liar, I thought! My mom was much more realistic, would sit right down and emphasize effective wiping and flushing and hand washing.
2. Not really much. But I had this babysitter who didn't like to leave her friends at the carnival and take me into the crowded lines for the portables. But when she had to go it was the main event.
3. Age 5 or 6 with my parents. Babysitters were more lenient, probably about age 3 or 4.
4. I remember mom had a hard time getting me to latch the door. Some of the locks were in pretty bad shape. If I spent too long on the toilet she would ask if I was constipated, had my last crap, or if I had given myself enough time on the toilet to completely empty my bladder.
5. Mom kind of walked with me through the room and showed me the available toilets. My choice. Dad tried to shield me from the guys standing at the urinals with their organs out and sometimes shaking them dry. He would herd me along as fast as he could into a toilet cubicle.
6. Mom would complain about clogged toilets and urine on seats. I could tell she hated the hover pissers who weren't that good and didn't lift the seat first. I remember dad sometimes wiping a seat off before he covered it for me to sit on. He would sometimes say profane things about guys being slobs. I know he hated the toilets at his work and would complain about them and how people are getting worse than better at their aim.
7. See Number 1 above.
8. Some teachers were strict, especially in high school, where I was disciplined for leaving my wing of the building and walking to the new addition of the school to take my morning crap in a more clean and well lit bathroom. I couldn't believe something like that had been put in the student handbook. I still think my boyfriend Spencer, who I have known since childhood, is extreme when he lines the seat with toilet paper before he sits down for his crap in our apartment.End Stall Em
Public Toilet Survey
As a college student, employee in customer services for a regional mall, and someone sharing an apartment with a germaphobic boyfriend, I think it might be interesting to learn why people of all ages might want to hold up their bathroom needs, risk accidents, make a special trip home, and all the other things we share here to avoid a pee or poo or sometimes both in a public bathroom. Here are a few questions. I would think that the answers will be diverse and interesting.
1. When you were growing up and out with a parent shopping or at another activity what did they do or say when you said you had to pee or poo?
2. Were you ever put down or scolded because you didn't go at home 15 or 20 minutes ago before you left?
3. At what age were you allowed to go into a public bathroom on your own, do your thing, and come out on your own?
4. What were you taught about how to handle yourself under such conditions? Did your parents check up on you while you were in there?
Did they ask you questions when you came out?
5. What were your parents' attitudes about using or avoiding public bathrooms? What did they say about selecting the urinal or toilet used and the outcome of their experience?
6. How tolerant were they of others and their good or bad habits when using the bathroom. What did they say about lines? The lack of privacy? Cleanliness questions?
7. Did your parents expect things from you in such situations and violate their word as well? What about siblings?
8. What impact did teachers, babysitters and other adults have on your attitudes about public bathrooms?
My answers:
1. They usually took me to the nearest bathroom. At about age 6 they let me go in by myself, but waited outside the main entrance door. Up until that point, dad would take me into the mens room and that was embarrassing to me. I would almost be peeing or crapping my pants while he spread toilet paper over the seat for me to sit on. I was surprised because on the toilet next to me, he would sit directly onto the seat for his crap. I was curious about it and when I asked him he said he had paper under him. Liar, I thought! My mom was much more realistic, would sit right down and emphasize effective wiping and flushing and hand washing.
2. Not really much. But I had this babysitter who didn't like to leave her friends at the carnival and take me into the crowded lines for the portables. But when she had to go it was the main event.
3. Age 5 or 6 with my parents. Babysitters were more lenient, probably about age 3 or 4.
4. I remember mom had a hard time getting me to latch the door. Some of the locks were in pretty bad shape. If I spent too long on the toilet she would ask if I was constipated, had my last crap, or if I had given myself enough time on the toilet to completely empty my bladder.
5. Mom kind of walked with me through the room and showed me the available toilets. My choice. Dad tried to shield me from the guys standing at the urinals with their organs out and sometimes shaking them dry. He would herd me along as fast as he could into a toilet cubicle.
6. Mom would complain about clogged toilets and urine on seats. I could tell she hated the hover pissers who weren't that good and didn't lift the seat first. I remember dad sometimes wiping a seat off before he covered it for me to sit on. He would sometimes say profane things about guys being slobs. I know he hated the toilets at his work and would complain about them and how people are getting worse than better at their aim.
7. See Number 1 above.
8. Some teachers were strict, especially in high school, where I was disciplined for leaving my wing of the building and walking to the new addition of the school to take my morning crap in a more clean and well lit bathroom. I couldn't believe something like that had been put in the student handbook. I still think my boyfriend Spencer, who I have known since childhood, is extreme when he lines the seat with toilet paper before he sits down for his crap in our apartment.Edward
Hi, I'm new
Hi! I'm a long time lurker. When I started reading, the pages were still at 1900 or something. Now it is over 2800! During that time many posters has come, and many posters has gone. I don't have anything particular to contribute with. Just a boring person with a boring life. No interesting experiences myself, and no exciting sightings either. I was born with a muscular disease though, so I've been in a wheelchair all my life. That has probably made me a better "holder" than your average person, as not everywhere are convenient for someone in a wheelchair to go. I can usually hold it for a whole day if needed, and I never had any accident. That's all I can think of to describe myself. Feel free to ask if there is anything you are curious about.
I just wanted to stick my head out and say hi to this wonderful community. I really appreaciate the very open and friendly tone on here. "Bodily functions" is actually the most natural thing in the world, is just pity that it is so taboo to talk abount in real life. A special greeting to Chathrine, who has been here for ages.
And I want to end my first post with a question to Shannon. Another returning poster. First of all I want to say that I do not judge you in any way. Some (lucky and unlucky) things just tend to happened more to some people than to others. If anything, I just think that it is very amusing, sweet and extremely brave that you share these things so open heartedly. Sorry if this might be too direct, but here goes.
You do seem kind of accident prone. I think you have shared a little handful of accidents that has happened to you just throughout this year alone. But you also made references to a few incidents that you didn't write about. Just how often do you tend to have accidents? I mean, is it closer to monthly than a couple of times a year?
In the most recent post you talked about having accidents two days in a row. Has that ever happened to you before? Also, have you had periods where you maybe went a year without any incidents? I imagine it must be a defeating feeling to have it happen two days in a row, but I also imagine that it might feel similarily to have the first accident after having managed to stay accident free for so long.trekkie
So naturally, two or three days after saying in an accident survey that I haven't pooped myself since high school, I go and poop myself while doing Christmas decoration. (Also, welcome back Luvs Lighting MWF! I haven't seen you around here in forever, and I loved your stories. …one of which was about pooping yourself when putting up Christmas decorations, though that one was more for convenience. )
Anyway, my stomach wasn't happy since that morning, but I'm used to stomach problems and didn't feel like I needed to go badly. I held tight as I put the roof hooks on the Christmas lights with the family, wanting to have gotten at least something done that morning. Then I started coughing - no big deal, just your basic allergy stuff, maybe the neighbors' leaf blower (I'd heard it going while I was still inside) kicked up too much dust. And it was a small cough, too. But, that small cough made me push ever so slightly and I must've had to go worse than I realized, because a little cough and a little push meant a lot of slimy mush and bad smell, and it kept coming, though a bit slowly. It was funny as I started to waddle to the bathroom holding my stomach and butt, Mom the whole time asking if I was okay and what my symptoms were and such because she knows I often have pain or some diarrhea (though it's not usually that immediately urgent.) and was wondering why I wouldn't just tell her, and I couldn't find the words to say "sorry, trying to converse while taking a dump in my clothes is a little awkward." I most certainly didn't get away with this one, I had to go clean myself up and change clothes immediately. But it was so hilarious. I might have a new favorite time I stood mortified while I went to the bathroom on myself with an audience. XD What does it say about me that I have those?