SoggyRunner

I remember a family trip where i was told to just go if I couldn’t hold it when I was about 7 or 8 years old. Not long after we had stopped for lunch, I needed to poop, but for some reason didn’t say anything until it was pretty urgent. We were in heavy traffic and my dad was looking for a place to stop while I kept insisting I need to go now. My mom said to try to hold it until we can stop, but it’s ok if I can’t. I took that as permission to give up, so I just sat quietly and let it go in my pants. I don’t think she expected me to actually poop, because everyone seemed surprised when as the smell filled the car and made it obvious what happened. We eventually were able to stop and my mom got me cleaned up and changed in the women’s bathroom of a McDonalds.

I remember having a number of accidents as a kid. I would often delay going to the bathroom as long as I could, partially because I didn’t want to stop what I was doing to go and partially because I liked the feeling of needing to go and holding it in. I was also shy about other people knowing I was pooping, so I avoided pooping in public bathrooms or at other peoples houses if possible. This led to accidents when I waited too long to try and reach a bathroom and sometimes me just going in my pants on purpose. Up until I started school, I don’t remember being embarrassed by accidents and would ignore it and keep playing until one of my parents noticed or my brother or another kid told on me. As I got older, I didn’t want to have an accident around other kids, but I would still hold it as long as I could. We often played all over the neighborhood and it would sometimes be a 10 or 15 minute walk home. Eventually I would head home and really did try and make it to the bathroom in time, but sometimes didn’t. At least I avoided being labeled as a kid who pooped his pants. Other times we were away and I would hold it as long as I could, hoping to be able to wait until we were home to go. If I couldn’t wait, I’d tell my parents I needed to go, but sometimes it was too late to find and get to a bathroom. I remember several times leaving a park or friends house early and walking or riding home with messy pants. This didn’t happen all the time, but I’d say once a month or so up to age 6-7 and still a couple of times a year until age 10. As I got older, I would try and hide my “accidents” from my mom and take care of the soiled undies myself. Eventually, I didn’t really have accidents anymore, but I enjoyed wetting and pooping pants and diapers, and continued doing it in secret. For lots of the accidents, I remember they occurred but the details are very fuzzy. A few stand out and I recall them very well even though it has been over 40 years since: Age 4 or 5 - my brother and I were in the backyard on the top deck of our playhouse waiting for the local high school football team to arrive at the stadium next door for the Friday night game. We loved watching every week as the players arrived chanting and pounding the roof of the team bus with their helmets. I needed to poop, but didn’t want to miss the arrival, and I remember leaning on the railing as I slowly filled my pants just before the team arrived. About the same age, I had a bout of diarrhea while playing in the woods near my grandparents house. After coming in with messy pants, then having a second accident a little later, I tried to convince my mom I needed one of my brother's Pampers until I was over it. She said no, and even a third accident that evening didn’t convince her otherwise. That was the one time I remember specifically asking to be diapered. On a family outing at a state park with a lake, I pooped my pants while playing near the water. I don’t recall details of the accident, but I assume we were a long walk from the public restroom and I didn’t say anything until it was too late. What I do remember well was driving home with 3 boys in the back seat, me age 6 in messy pants, one brother age 5 in wet pants, and baby brother age 2 who pooped his diaper on the drive. The car smelled awful and my parents weren’t happy. I recall my dad saying something about maybe all of us needing diapers, and me thinking, “Yes, please.” We had a park a short walk from our house and we went there often. There was no bathroom, but if we had to pee, we’d just go behind a tree. Pooping like that wasn’t allowed, and we’d go home for the bathroom. That would end the park trip, so I would just hold it if I could. One time I waited too long and pooped as I was running to tell my mom I needed to go. She was talking with a couple of other parents, and I didn’t mention my accident but said I needed to go to the bathroom. Another mom replied that it looks like I already did, and we quickly headed home to change. On a later trip there, I needed to go, but didn’t want to leave as we’d just gotten there, so I thought if I just went in my pants and didn’t tell my mom, we’d be able to stay. I crouched behind a large rock and let go then went back to playing. My plan didn’t last long as the other kids noticed and quickly let everyone in the park know. A bit older, maybe 9-10, we were visiting friends for the day about an hour drive away. I was playing in the creek behind their house with my brothers and their 3 girls when I suddenly felt the urge. As I was climbing up the creek bank, I remember thinking, “Oh no, I’m pooping,” as I felt it begin to slowly come out. I stood frozen on the bank until I finished pooping, then said I needed to go to the bathroom and walked back to their house. I tried to slip in unnoticed and clean myself up, but the poop had overflowed my underwear so my pants were a mess too. I ended up needing a bath and my mom getting pants and panties from their oldest daughter for me to wear for the rest of the evening and drive home. I couldn’t hide what happened and was quite embarrassed. Probably the most embarrassing was when I had diarrhea and pooped my pants in class in 4th grade. It came with absolutely no warning and I didn’t have time to even raise my hand to ask to be excused. As I sat in shock trying to decide what to do, it happened again. I was shy, embarrassed, and afraid if I tried to get up to tell my teacher the whole class would find out, so I just sat quietly at my desk and hoped no one would notice. I should have asked to go to the nurse then when it wasn’t so bad, but instead waited as it was almost the end of the day. I still needed to poop more, and, since I’d already had an accident, I just sat and let the rest go when I couldn’t hold it any longer. Other kids started to notice the smell and were trying to figure out what/who it was. My teacher even asked the class if someone had an accident, but I stayed quiet and it seemed like they hadn’t pinned it on me when the bell rang. I pulled my jacket as low as I could and made my way to the bus. As I walked, I could feel the wetness in the seat of my jeans start to spread down my legs. I quickly sat down on the bus by myself, but again the other kids noticed the smell, and when I stood up to get off, one girl loudly announced that I’d pooped my pants and she could see the stain on my butt. I still denied it and said I’d sat in something at recess, and I tried to hold back my tears as I hurried off the bus and ran home. In tears I rushed past my mom and to the bathroom, and said I was fine when she knocked on the door and asked if I was ok. Of course she knew I wasn’t and I soon let her in. She tried comfort me and make me feel better as she took care of my clothes and helped me clean up in the shower. I begged to not go to school the next day, but my parents insisted. Basically everyone on the bus and in my class knew what happened. I got some harassing from the usual kids, but overall it wasn’t as bad as I had feared and died down after a week or so. I would still get teased by one or two kids on occasion until we moved when I was in 6th grade, but they were bullies to everyone. The one thing I still wonder about is my teacher and how she didn’t notice and send me to the nurse. It wasn’t like her to just ignore something like that and I was one of her “good” students, so maybe she really just was clueless that day.

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.