SoggyRunner

Just changed out of a wet Goodnite XL to a dry one. They don’t hold much and tend to leak if flooded, but I like that. Makes me feel little like a (somewhat) potty trained 4-8 year who was trying to hold it, but couldn’t and had an accident.

I started at age 5-6 when my youngest brother was still in diapers. I would take one to our bathroom, put it on, wet and sometimes poop in it, then put it in the pail with the other used ones. When he was potty training and there were no more diapers around, I would sometimes put on his thicker training pants (cloth) and have “accidents” like he did, then hide the wet and stained underwear under our sink. When my mom found them, she didn’t know which of the three kids they were from, and we all denied it. A couple of years later my cousin and I found some cloth diapers and plastic pants in her attic and dared each other to put them on and wet them. We wore the wet diapers under our shorts all morning while playing, but took them off when we were called to lunch. We did this again with some Pampers later that summer. From age 9-13, I would get an occasional diaper from a younger cousin, friends with children in diapers, or our church nursery. These opportunities were pretty rare. After about age 14, I didn’t wear at all until I got my first place without roommates in my late 20s.

I had an accident in class in third grade. I was sitting at my desk near the end of the day and out of nowhere felt an uncontrollable urge to poop. Before I could even raise my hand, I messed my pants. I was so shocked, I just sat there not knowing what to do. A few minutes later it happened again with another burst, and I was completely unable to stop it. I was too embarrassed to get up and tell the teacher, and scared I would be discovered by the other kids, so I just went on with my work and pretended nothing happened. I still had to go and tried to hold it, but eventually gave up and let it all out. I remember walking to the bus very slowly trying to contain the load in my briefs, but feeling it start to overflow down my legs. Fortunately I was wearing jeans, not shorts, and I don’t think anyone could tell from a distance that I had an accident, but I was a mess. As soon as I walked in the door from the bus, my mom asked from across the room if I had an accident on the way home, so it was pretty obvious. I was too embarrassed to tell her it was at school, so I let her keep thinking it happened on the bus. A few days later, the girl who sat behind me in class wet her pants at recess and I was the only one who saw before she told the teacher and went to the nurse to change. She said if I kept it a secret she wouldn’t tell anyone I pooped my pants earlier, so at least she had known. No one else ever mentioned it again. The only other near accident at school was on a long bus ride on an all day middle school class trip where the bathroom on the coach was out of order for the 4 hour return that night. I think we made one stop where, of course, everyone bought sodas, and I was soon dying to pee again with a couple of hours to go. By the time we made it back to the school, I had my jacket in my lap to hide I was holding myself. My underwear was starting to get damp from a couple of small leaks, but I managed to avoid any visible accident. I wasn’t the only one in the same predicament, and I would be very surprised if there weren’t a few accidents as a number of classmates seemed to be in a more dire situation than I was. By the time we got off the bus and my parents picked me up (the school was locked and we just waited in the parking lot), I was desperate and told them I was about to wet my pants. My mom said it was OK if I couldn’t hold it, but I was determined to make it. I was dancing in the seat and leaking all the way home in the car and I had a quite visible wet spot covering my crotch by the time we arrived. I still avoided a full on accident and dashed inside for the longest and most satisfying pee when we got home.