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Does anyone have a story about soiling their pants that was either funny or traumatic? Share and see if we can tie it in.
Don't say anything unless your going to say all, you can tell us now Or just me?PoisonFlowers said:Eh? Rather not I was young and it's more on the traumatic side of things.
PoisonFlowers said:Eh? Rather not I was young and it's more on the traumatic side of things.
PoisonFlowers said:****...that's so awful . No, I didn't have encopresis. It was a mixture of unfortunate circumstances. Well, I might as well start at the beginning.
When I was very young, I went to nursery and reception at a crap school and the teachers/kid tended to be on the rough side. I guess it was that coupled with the bullying from my brother that meant that I had a problem with wetting myself. I remember that I would wet myself in class on a regular basis and would be sent to change into a pair of ridiculous pants by the horrible teacher/school nurse(?) I can't remember why she was so horrible about it, just that she was.
Then there was the time I went on a long drive with my family. I was in desperate need of the toilet, so my dad pulled up on the hard shoulder..it was too late even though I got out of the car and I had to endure the shopping trip with obviously wet clothing and my brother and dad laughing at me. I think I must have been around 6-7.
Another time was when I got very, very ill with salmonella. I was in the toilet 24/7 literally. I couldn't even go to bed to sleep because of it and it was hell. I had to stay on the **** toilet all of the time. My mum and dad insisted on taking my younger brother out, so I was dragged along (I don't think they believed how ill I was. They're actually decent parents, but this was stupid.) I felt so angry and humiliated when I got home because of what obviously happened. I was not as young in this one.
Sexy huh?
SocratesX said:PoisonFlowers said:****...that's so awful . No, I didn't have encopresis. It was a mixture of unfortunate circumstances. Well, I might as well start at the beginning.
When I was very young, I went to nursery and reception at a crap school and the teachers/kid tended to be on the rough side. I guess it was that coupled with the bullying from my brother that meant that I had a problem with wetting myself. I remember that I would wet myself in class on a regular basis and would be sent to change into a pair of ridiculous pants by the horrible teacher/school nurse(?) I can't remember why she was so horrible about it, just that she was.
Then there was the time I went on a long drive with my family. I was in desperate need of the toilet, so my dad pulled up on the hard shoulder..it was too late even though I got out of the car and I had to endure the shopping trip with obviously wet clothing and my brother and dad laughing at me. I think I must have been around 6-7.
Another time was when I got very, very ill with salmonella. I was in the toilet 24/7 literally. I couldn't even go to bed to sleep because of it and it was hell. I had to stay on the **** toilet all of the time. My mum and dad insisted on taking my younger brother out, so I was dragged along (I don't think they believed how ill I was. They're actually decent parents, but this was stupid.) I felt so angry and humiliated when I got home because of what obviously happened. I was not as young in this one.
Sexy huh?
Are you a girl or a boy? So you honeysuckle in your pants with salmonella. And the long drive you just pissed.
SophiaGrace said:ok you are WAY too interested in these stories :rolleyes2:
SocratesX said:Are you a girl or a boy? So you honeysuckle in your pants with salmonella. And the long drive you just pissed.
So?SophiaGrace said:ok you are WAY too interested in these stories :rolleyes2:
*Sigh* said:I had a dream once where I need to piss really bad. In my dream I found a toilet to relieve my urine, but for some reason it was really hard to piss almost like something was block the path of excretion. I managed to finally relieve my bladder, but when I woke up I had soiled myself.
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