Becky
Weird bowel troubles and response to Mr J in the Wheelchair
I need to go to a doctor. I'm nauseous a lot, and no, not pregnant. I didn't have this today, but I often have very soft poop in the morning, almost like diarrhea, and feel like I need to go again but can't. I also fart A LOT at night. I have no idea what's going on with me! Probably IBS, but it just feels different.
I pooped twice this morning, and a lot both times. Long, skinny log first, then a bunch of shorter ones the second time. First time I felt good in the morning in at least 2 weeks! But then I felt nauseous at work anyway. What gives?
Response to Mr J in the Wheelchair?
"I would love for able bodied people to describe the sensation to me of needing a poop. Do you feel it in your stomach first and then later in the rectum? I hear some people hold the urge for a long time. Does this mean you can feel it in the rectum? What does a fart feel like compared to a poop? Do you know beforehand if it's going to be a long turd or not? I have lots of curious questions :)"
Not in the stomach unless I have diarrhea. In that case, I usually feel that the night before. I guess it's a full feeling in the rectum, I'm not sure how to describe it. It's very uncomfortable to hold it, and that can hurt the stomach (actually think it's not hurting your stomach, your intestines, but everyone says stomach). It can be very awkward to hold in poop around others because your mind is occupied a bit. And yes, you feel it in the rectum. It doesn't exactly hurt like needing to pee, though. The feeling of having to go often goes away after a couple of hours and can leave you feeling bloated (HATE this feeling). A fart is usually very relieving, the need to fart feels kind of similar. I usually can't tell if it's going to be long, but I can tell if it's a lot.Thunder
Amber the Masseuse
I have regular massages and I would love to be able to fart...My masseuse comes from Asia and her English is limited and I am hard of hearing....we do not talk much and I have been seeing her almost weekly for about a year.
She is very, very good. Some of the pushing and pulling moves gas in my colon and if I could release it then that would be so much better.
I doubt if that would be acceptable.
ThunderJJ
Caught in the act
Hey,
So this happened to me back in high school. I was at my friend's house after school on a Friday i think it was, it would have to be because my parents were strict Sunday-Thursday being school nights. Anyways we were just chilling watching MTV. Her older brother walked in the door he was only two years older than us but man I had the biggest crush on him back in the day. A little while later my stomach started to cramp up so I said to Heather nature calls be right back. I didn't see Jack around so I figured he was out in the garage working on his car. I went in the bathroom grabbed a magazine from the rack, pulled my jeans and thong down sat on the toilet. I was just sat there reading doing my thing didn't pay attention that the door was opening, my turd was ready to drop when I looked up and here was Jack. I was semi frozen tried to cover myself up and clench my butt cheeks together but it was too late, the turd dropped straight into the water and he heard it. He apologized and closed the door. I finished up and went back downstairs told Heather I wasn't feeling well all of a sudden and walked home.
Later that night or early the next morning one or the other she called me to check in and I told her what happened. She said that's hilarious, he never said anything to me but now it makes sense why he left in a bit of a hurry before you came out of the bathroom. Two days later I seen him in school it was awkward the first day but after that we just laughed about it. And that's how I got my baby daddy we're engaged but in no rush to walk down the aisle, we probably will in a couple years when Henry is a little older.
Thunder
To Iris
Iris, how did you get on at the music festival? Hope you got some enjoyable and pleasurable relief, I have been to many music festivals but do not go now, getting too old. I had no trouble at all with going number one and two and really enjoyed it. I love to sit there. Just let it come out of me. I sit there and take my time.
One music festival I went to annually you did your business in wheels bins Like you would have at home for the garbage the toilets were up in the stage fashion so the bins could fit under the actual can you sat on with the bin under you . When you went to the toilet as you went up the stairs onto the stage you're on public display, I thought it was very funny. In the actual toilet cubicle there was a drum of sawdust which is shovelled into the toilet after you had evacuated . When the wheely bin fills up sufficiently guys and girls come and take them away and replace them with another bin. Those bins are emptied out and they make good fertiliser. I would've loved to have some of that fertiliser, imagine what was in it.
There was a movie on Australian TV which has made on an extremely low cost budget so much say the writer had to act and his own father played part of his father. The movie was called Kenny. It was about a man who was employed empty portaloo etc and taking away the waste. A little after that movie was released. I went to music festival when the fellas came with their tanks to empty the toilets that were given heroes welcome. You got Elvis Presley was there. Such as such is Australian toilet humour.
Let's know how you got on.
ThunderSTEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPER
Slept in camper last night ,alarm woke me at 06:00 am .Had a wee in the pottie then went into house kitchen ,put on kettle for tea ,had two satchets of LAXAIDO in a pint glass while kettle was boiling then poured water onto tea bags in mugs ,put a bag of washing ,soap powder and money into van. went back to kitchen put the mugs of tea and my G Y M bag into van then sat quietly sipping ,when done went to shed had a wee then set off in camper.
As I was driving through the next village diversion I needed to go a toilet so I pulled into a side road ran to the side door put the washing into the passenger seat G Y M bag onto bed then climbed in .I sat on the portta pottie pulled the toiletstool over and started having a bowel movement then a wee then another bowel movement ,after five minutes I was done ,reached forward tore off three sheets of toilet paper fron holder on door and wiped then another three the two.
I stood up and pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms suddenly I neede another poop so sat back down ,farted then pooped again I pulled the slide so it would fall into lower tank as I wee the bowl contents fell into lower tank I sat for a few minutes then wiped again and dressed.
I got back into drivers seat and carried on to the laundry put clothes into m/c powder money then went back to van .the bowl of the pottie was soiled so I CLEANED WITH THE BRUSH AND A BOTTLE OF WATER .I went back to laundry collected washing then continued my journey to the G Y M
I arrived home half hour ago and have just emptied the pottie ,it was very heavy an awful lot of poop in comparison to wee!! the pottie I put two table spoons of soap powder and two litres of water from the water butt and wiped down the seat and outer surfaces.
Thunder
To Iris
Iris, how did you get on at the music festival? Hope you got some enjoyable and pleasurable relief, I have been to many music festivals but do not go now, getting too old. I had no trouble at all with going number one and two and really enjoyed it. I love to sit there. Just let it come out of me. I sit there and take my time.
One music festival I went to annually you did your business in wheels bins Like you would have at home for the garbage the toilets were up in the stage fashion so the bins could fit under the actual can you sat on with the bin under you . When you went to the toilet as you went up the stairs onto the stage you're on public display, I thought it was very funny. In the actual toilet cubicle there was a drum of sawdust which is shovelled into the toilet after you had evacuated . When the wheely bin fills up sufficiently guys and girls come and take them away and replace them with another bin. Those bins are emptied out and they make good fertiliser. I would've loved to have some of that fertiliser, imagine what was in it.
There was a movie on Australian TV which has made on an extremely low cost budget so much say the writer had to act and his own father played part of his father. The movie was called Kenny. It was about a man who was employed empty portaloo etc and taking away the waste. A little after that movie was released. I went to music festival when the fellas came with their tanks to empty the toilets that were given heroes welcome. You got Elvis Presley was there. Such as such is Australian toilet humour.
Let's know how you got on.
Thunder
Annie
HUGE soft poop almost 2 hours after breakfast
Got up this morning about 8:15, went to the washroom (peed), brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had a homemade soup with green leaky vegetables, pork I think, light brown balls (don't know what they are) and grains of rice in the soup. My caregiver told me to drink most of the soup first (pick up the bowl, tip it to my mouth and drink it) then take small amounts of food on the spoon. It took a while to eat but I finished it and took my medications afterwards. Stomach was very full.
A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop and I could tell it was major. Grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a big soft poop. It was a lot. Finally the last of it came out and I reached into the Walmart bag for the toilet paper. Pushed back my sleeves first, grabbed the toilet paper, put the Walmart bag on the floor and took some toilet paper. My caregiver gave me a full roll the other day. Took the toilet paper in one hand, put the toilet paper roll into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the floor and got to work wiping. Wiped my vagina first then leaned forward slightly and started wiping my butt. It was really slippery and messy. Yuck. Wiped until the toilet paper came back clean. Lifted myself slightly off the toilet, put the toilet paper into the toilet and stood up. Pulled my beige high cut underwear and black sweatpants up, turned and looked in the toilet.
Wow! There was a really long, somewhat thick soft poop in the toilet. I don't know how many feet long it was but it took up quite a bit of the toilet bowl. Phew. No wonder I have felt so uncomfortable. I'm not 100% empty yet but that was a hell of a crap! Flushed the toilet and it went down fine. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, picked up the Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light and left the washroom. A good crap so hopefully after lunch I can go again. Went into my room after taking the flip flops off outside my room and turned on the light first. Put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in here and now writing this. That was much needed. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy.
Happy pooping!
Annie
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Tricky
A Late Night Restaurant Stop
It was 2012. I was driving down a highway heading home from a job assignment. It was about 9 pm. I hadn't eaten dinner yet and I was seeking a cooked high-protein meal that wasn't fast food. I found a local restaurant to the area a hundred miles from my home and stopped there. They weren't scheduled to close until 10 pm, so everything was still operational and I wasn't knowingly inconveniencing any employees at the very last minute. Perfect.
A cute early 20-something waitress took my order, smiling at me. She was a red head with blue eyes. She asked me where my parents were at and I told her I was alone. She asked me what I was doing out so late. I mentioned to her I was on the way home from work, and then ordered an alcoholic drink. She thought I was a teenage kid and expressed surprise upon discovery that I was older than her, saying, "I'd have never guessed!" . I ordered my food as well, then went to the restroom to pee and wash my hands.
The Mens' room was a very cramped two urinal one-stall affair. The first thing I saw when I walked in was someone siting in the stall. It was a handicapped stall with the toilet in the very back of the stall far from the door and mounted on the left wall, its user clearly visible on the can from the side through a massive gap between the stall and the door of about 3-inches that was less than 5 feet from the entrance where I stood at the doorway. Seated looked to be a brown-haired boy of about 17 with shaggy hair, hunched over uncomfortably and staring forward, blue jeans and boxers all the way down to his ankles, and his hands holding his black shirt to cover his frontal area. I looked away out of instinct and respect for his privacy and immediately headed to the first of two open partitionless urinals, the sink located behind and 90 degrees to where I now stood peeing, mirror facing the stall.
Not 5 seconds after starting my torrent of piss(I probably drank a gallon of water in the afternoon to reverse my dehydration and this was one strong piss of many), someone walked in and stood at the urinal next to me, a man in his 50s. He casually stated in a volume that could be heard anywhere in the Mens' room,
"Andrew, how long are you gonna' be?"
The voice from the stall awkwardly responded, "I don't know, maybe 10 minutes? I'm not feeling good."
From the stall, just after that comment, I heard explosive farting and the sound of diarrhea.
*BRA-A-A-A-A-a-a-a-a-a-P-T* *plup-plup-plop-plut-plop-plop-plop-blupt*
"We'll be in the car when you're done."
"Okay."
I let out a fart of my own.
*RORT-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
Both of us stood there urinating as I focused directly ahead and downward of me, and hoping the guy standing shoulder to shoulder with me did the same. It was an embarrassing place to be peeing for sure, but I was tired and let that fart slip out on purpose simply out of apathy and the fact that pressure in my lower GI tract had been building all day. I just heard worse coming from that stall, after all, and was done making myself uncomfortable for the day since I was already tired and hungry. My urinal neighbor did a good job pretending he didn't hear that.
The middle aged man at the adjacent urinal finished before me, and after I zipped up and flushed my pee, the stall user was clearly visible through the mirror as I waited for the older man(presumably his father or uncle or something) to wash his hands at the sink. The gap in the stall was large enough that not much was left to the imagination so to speak, and I wasn't even trying to look. The user of the stall was faced forward, pretending that no one could see him, slightly hunched, pushing. I looked down at the sink while I washed my hands, finding the setup very awkward.
I returned to the table where I sat. I didn't note when the stall occupant left the restroom or pay attention to what went on in that area, as I was seated far from it, and never saw that boy again. Here I spent the next 45 minutes gorging myself on 2 entrees, an appetizer, and a dessert. I was hungry because I had been on my feet working all day.
I was cognizant of the fact that I also didn't poop all day because I got dehydrated at one point in the morning, there were no public toilets or porto-potties anywhere near the job site(you had to drive 20 miles out somewhere, or go in the desert which was okay for peeing but which made pooping problematic due to no coverage or privacy). I was hoping this meal would get things moving again.
The same waitress came back with my bill around 10 pm when I was the last of maybe 2 customers still present. I paid it, left her a generous tip, and as I stood up, I immediately felt cramped in my lower GI tract, without warning. I knew a meal would loosen things up, but usually not that suddenly, and I thought I could make it to a gas station down the road perhaps 15-30 minutes later and poop there. But no, I now had to poop, really, really bad, and it was going to have to be here or it would be too risky to drive.
As I headed to the restroom, I could see the staff scrambling to clean up the restaurant for closing time. Thankfully the restroom was empty. I really dreaded pooping here, but had to go, and figured the customer volume was so low I might not have anyone accompany me here for the duration. My goal was to get in and get out, quickly. I hurried to the stall, latched the door, dropped my pants to my upper legs and covered up as much of my butt with my underwear as I could(knowing that obnoxious gap made me visible in spite of my futile effort to use and latch the stall door), and proceeded to feel the sensation of this hot stick of a smooth, girthy, buttery, hard, stinky caramel of Satan work its way out of my posterior without effort.
*plshmfptshlupftplshfwertshlupft-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
Not 30 seconds later, the door opened.
I looked to my right from where I sat out of instinct and it was that same waitress who served me food earlier that I just left a generous tip to, mop and bucket at the ready.
"AAHH!" she screamed, then said "I should have knocked first. Sorry."
We didn't make eye contact, but the door quickly slammed shut before she said sorry. I saw her face and without trying she could potentially have seen me just as easily as I saw that kid an hour or so earlier. Awkward.
I continued pooping, but this event made my bowels shy and my anus puckered up. I now had to push this big, sticky, wide mess of a turd out with significant effort instead of simply letting gravity do the work, making a big, sticky, wide mess all over my ass. And it took time, because this intrusion disrupted my state of relaxation and made me tense.
5 minutes later, there was another knock and the door cracked open slightly, no one looking in.
Same female voice. "Is anyone still in here?"
I answered, "I'm here."
A pocket of gas involuntarily slipped out of me, as the turd was lodged halfway out of my butt, reverberating about the room for a second or two.
*plooot-t-t-t-T-T*
She then responded, "We're about to close and I need to clean up. Can you please finish?"
I checked my watch. It was now about 10:08 pm. I was in here for almost 10 minutes or so.
I was so embarrassed. I was almost certain she partially saw me on the toilet minutes earlier and I knew she heard that fart.
I awkwardly answered, "I still need a few minutes."
"Okay."
The door gently shut.
I heard arguing outside the door.
Her: "I can't clean it yet. Someone's taking a crap."
Some dude: "Well why didn't you say so?"
As I was pushing this turd out, the door opened again some 10 seconds after that exchange. A male worker of this establishment, a 30-something balding fat man wearing this restaurant's uniform, came in and washed his hands and removed his apron. We locked eyes through the mirror, as he smiled and quickly looked away.
My anus finally relaxed again and everything quickly slid out.
*BLOOP-T*
I felt pounds lighter now.
I was wiping while he finished up at the sink and left, looking down at his hands as he washed them trying to avoid looking at me on the toilet through the mirror. The paper was this horrible industrial dispenser with 1-ply of extra strong but never absorbent tissue, and it took probably 10 passes or more. No matter what I did, I always had brown streaks coming from my perineum region, and my butt was nearly hairless. There was a lot of poop smeared there initially that was mostly gone by the 3rd pass, but it still proved to be worse than I thought it would be. After about 5 minutes of tortured wiping, leaving my butthole feeling raw, stinging, and on the verge of bleeding, I felt confident I wouldn't leave skidmarks in my underwear and decided to get out, even though I wasn't fully cleaned and was still returning brown smears with each wipe. I didn't want to bleed after all. As I was buckling my belt after pulling my pants up,
*knock knock knock*
Same woman: "Is anyone in here?"
"I'm done."
I flushed the toilet, expecting the worst, but it went down. I noticed my deposit left a bunch of dark-brown smears all over the toilet bowl. I felt guilty, but I was in a rush to get out and let her clean.
As I unlatched the stall door and exited the stall, she came in and brought the mop and bucket, starting with the urinals as I washed my hands at the sink.
She casually commented, "I'm sorry about that. I should have knocked first. Usually no one's in there when we close out."
I responded, washing my hands, "It's okay. This wasn't the first time such a thing happened."
I was actually quite embarrassed, but was trying to make this less awkward, since she just acknowledged what she walked in on minutes prior, likely having seen me on the can with the sides of my butt exposed, and having heard some of my noises. There was nothing left to mystery regarding what I was doing in here, and it was very awkward. Especially since I just paid her and the restaurant to serve me food and tipped her well.
As I was drying my hands, she headed into the stall where my deposit left thick smears upon flushing. I could hear her quietly laughing at what she saw, whispering, "God that's so f---ing gross." She immediately flushed the toilet again, followed by spraying it with cleaning solution, followed with air freshener.
As I left, she said while still scrubbing the bowl with a brush "Sorry, I'm not judging you. Drive safe out there." I heard the toilet flush again when I got about 10 feet from the entrance. But the balding guy who walked in while I was still mid poop smiled at me as I left the entrance of the restaurant, saying, "Please come back." as he emptied the trashcan. It was such an awkward parting, but if it was any consolation, I never saw either of them again. The food was very good, but the restaurant just wasn't near enough to me to justify a return visit, and I didn't like that awkward restroom layout.
An hour or so later, I found I wasn't even fully emptied and pulled into a rest stop an hour or so later. Luckily, alone. Wish I could have waited long enough, as it had stall walls that went to the floor, and doors without side gaps. The toilet paper was about the same, and wiping after that hurt quite a bit.
Sarah S
Questions for Martin
I was wondering if I could ask you some questions Martin, about your situation, because I can understand and sympathize with why it would stick with you having to take some stinky poops in front of friends and family.
1. Did you ever ask anyone in the bathroom to leave when you were pooping?
2. Did anyone in the bathroom ever specifically comment on the smell or did you notice it yourself?
3. Did anyone in the bathroom comment on anyone else to do with your pooping?
4. Was it just pooping that bothered you or was it anything else (the noises you made, farts, peeing etc.)
5. Did you poop at school or in public growing up, and if you did it, was it to avoid those embarrassing intrusions.
6. Did you ever talk to those people nowadays about them being in the bathroom?
7. Did you ever go into the bathroom while they were pooping?
8. How did those people get into the bathroom was there a lock on your door you could have used?
9. Did you talk to that girlfriend about your experiences you had, and did she encourage you to poop with her around, did you tell her you had to poop?
10. Did you think your poops were stinkier than other people and is that what caused you embarrassment?
Thanks and look forward to your answers and hope you feel better about it and thanks for sharing
STEPHEN . P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
I slept in camper last night had a wee many times .The alarm on phone sounded at 06:30 switched it off went back to sleep .I woke at 09:00 sat on edge of bed for five minutes .
I put the toiletstool in front of the THETFORD 265 pottie ,pulled my pants down and sat on pottie with my feet on the stool,I had a wee then after a few minutes had another wee.having now sat for five minutes I pushed and done a NUMBER TOO ,UNFORTUNATLY I had not put any paper on back of bowl.
The back of bowl had a been soiled by a large amount of poop which I had to clean with a brush.I wiped with the ELSAN BLUE toilet paper mounted on the door. Thank the lord I have healthy bowels.
I went into house into kitchen had another two satchets of LAXIDO THEN TWO CUPS OF TEA
STEPHEN.P
This morning the I was woken by the phone alarm at 06:30 ,silenced it had a wee in the bedroom pottie the went back to bed .I woke at 09:00 farted pulled down my pants reached for the ,I OAKLEAF bedpan and mounted it .
I had a wee then after a short interval weed again I put my hands firmly on the bed and pushed relaxed then pooped, the next two minutes was weeing and pooping I sat and relaxed for a few minutes then dismounted ,laid on my left side and wiped with four sheets of shades kitchen roll.
I pulled up my pants slid off the bed picked up the bedpan ,it was now 09:10 so went downstairs the pan I took to the bonfire it was full and I guess about six pounds.I pulled the four sheets sixteen pages of metro newspaper and the contents went into the bonfire .the pan was then rinsed under the water butt and left to dry.
I went into kitchen filled a beer mug with luke warm water and put two satchets of LAXIDO POWDER into it then drank .I then had my usual mugs of tea washed then brushed my teeth
stephen.p
campervan poop
I have just had a second NUMBER TOO today this time in the campervan using THETFORD 265 portta pottie not much but it was nesasary ,
I have now pooped in the van seventeen hundred times over the past four years and now getting low on toilet rolls.My purchase of forty toilet rolls four years ago was thirty eight pounds seventy pence, Today my order of forty rolls has cost me Forty one pounds and eighty pence.
I do enjoy pooping in the van on the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE as I am very comfortable and feel my Bowels moving it takes less time and paper.!!
Post Title (optional)reply to Emma two
I have pooped a thousand times outdoors always squatt about twelve inches from ground and push . the poop is always bigger as it has a straighter route through the bowels and less distance to fall.
I use three or four sheets of TOILET PAPER as my rectum stays cleaner.
when I have driven or sat for several hours I find it very benificial to squatt and poop even if it is only wind.!!
Alternatively LAY ON MY BACK HANDS ON MY HEAD and push (sometimes a newspaper under my bum)legs pulled back . When I have farted pooped and peed and feel done move my body to the right and drag myself across the grass
Catherine
Have You Ever Wondered?
Hi! I really do not have much to add, but the exchange that I had with Sarah made me think of something to write to all of you. It's a question, but there's more to it.
So, we know that every human being living today, ever has lived, and ever will live will have bowel movements. They will have to defecate. They will have to find a toilet and hold it until they make it. Everyone. They will have to clean themselves. And then they will do it all over again. Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
We all know this. But have you ever wondered how a particular person experiences their bowel movements? Do they struggle with constipation? Do they have loose stools? Do they smell bad or have a moderate smell?
Then, do they know what it's like to have a really massive poop? Do they know what it's like to have explosive diarrhea? Do they know what's like to do a really long log, or a really smooth snake?
Do they enjoy it? Do they hate it? Do they think it's healthy? Do they think it's gross? Will they shamelessly go in public or will they fight the urge until they are alone?
I mean, when you think about it, we all defecate. But we all defecate differently.
I would always think about others, maybe because I'm an only child. I didn't have brothers and sisters.
Here are a few people that I've thought about, male and female, that led me to this:
1. I loved Christopher Reeve in Superman.
2. President Clinton and Hillary
3. The Obamas
4. Laura Bush and her girls
5. Nicole Kidman
6. Natalie Portman
7. Amy Adams
8. Plus models like Sarah Slick, Fiona Falkiner, Ashley Graham, Michelle Olson, and Alexandra Gregorek.
9. Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson
10. Steph Curry
There are so many more. But I see people and wonder just how they poop.
Do you ever wonder how other people poop?
I would love to hear from you!
Love to all!
Catherine!