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Benjamin
Using a sandbox for the weekend retreat, pt. 1
Hi, it’s me, back from a long break. This is a story about Carrie and a
friend of hers, which she told me long ago. When she was eight, Carrie
had a friend named Kate that she invited over for the weekend, planning
to camp out in the treehouse in the backyard. Kate was a year older than
Carrie. On Friday afternoon, she and Carrie prepared the treehouse with
necessary supplies for a few days (she often stayed in her treehouse
overnight in good weather, so her parents weren’t worried).
In the corner of Carrie’s yard, blocked from view of the house by a tall
hedge that bordered the woods and served as a kind of natural fence, was
an old sandbox that had been left by the previous owners of the house. It
had been covered with a wooden board and weighed down with rocks, with
her family not really bothering to do anything about it, so it had stayed
semi-forgotten for years.
After a few hours in the treehouse, Kate told Carrie she needed to pee
and Carrie said to follow her outside. Kate followed Carrie as she went
to the old sandbox and, with effort, uncovered it. In the light of their
flashlights, dozens of bugs scurried out of the way of the beams of
light. Yuck.
Carrie took a nearby stick and dug experimentally in the dry sand,
fortunately not unearthing anything more sinister. She turned to Kate and
said she was free to pee. Kate hesitated, having never peed outside
before. Carrie assured her that it was easy. In demonstration, she
unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her pants and underwear down in front of
Kate and squatted confidently over part of the sandbox. Kate blushed and
looked away, but Carrie laughed and told her it was all right to watch,
so Kate did.
Carrie began peeing, sighing softly in relief as she let go of the day’s
pee. She emptied her bladder over the next twenty seconds and then shook
her butt a bit to shake off any droplets. She then took a moment to scoop
a small hole in the sand for Kate to use. Kate swallowed as she fumbled
with the buckle of her own belt and soon she was squatting beside Carrie
over her hole, blushing furiously and not looking at her. Carrie gently
squeezed her hand and consoled her, telling her to let go when she was
ready.
And Kate closed her eyes and began to pee. Her stream flooded out as a
long sigh of relief left her. Then her eyes flew open as she suddenly
farted! Carrie laughed and then covered her mouth, as the other girl was
clearly mortified. “It’s okay, Kate! We’ve farted in front of each other!
Just do it. Do you need to poop, too?”
Kate blushed deeply, breathing fast, and nodded once, not looking at
Carrie. Carrie took her hand gently and squeezed it again comfortingly.
“Just push. Let it come out and we can bury it afterward in the sand.
Think of it like a giant litterbox for a cat, and you’re the cat!”
Kate nodded shortly and sucked in a deep breath. She was still holding
Carrie’s hand and Carrie felt her squeeze it as she began to push hard. A
short grunt escaped Kate as she pushed and she flushed an even deeper red
in embarrassment; she now resembled a tomato quite strongly. Carrie
laughed gently and stroked her arm.
Kate grunted again, and suddenly there was a small thud in the hole
beneath her butt as she pooped. Kate gasped as she heard it, and then she
covered her nose and coughed. “Pee-U! I’m- I’m really sorry, but I had to
go so badly! I was nearly pooping in my pants watching you pee!” She
grunted again, leaning forward a bit, and groaned as she let out a long,
thick turd which dropped into the deep hole with another thud. Kate
farted loudly again, and this time, she laughed.
Kate farted again before dropping another turd and squirting a bit more
pee into the hole beneath her. With a final, hard groan, she cranked out
a long turd which fell into the hole with a big thud, after which she let
out a long, loud fart. She said she felt done now. She pushed once more
with a grunt, just to make sure, and produced a tiny puff of a fart that
made them both laugh. Pronouncing herself finished, she asked shyly if
Carrie had anything she could wipe with and Carrie handed her the packet
of tissues she’d brought for just this occasion.
Kate wiped her butt a few times, dropping the dirty tissues into the hole
on her poop, and then wiped her front and dropped that one in as well.
Finished at last, she carefully rose from her squatting position and
pulled up her pants. Mission accomplished! Carrie stood too and also
pulled up her pants; she spontaneously hugged Kate, happy she had learned
to use the bathroom outside. Kate laughed and returned the hug warmly.
Pushing the sand back into the holes over their pees (and in Kate’s case,
poop), they headed back to the treehouse, but not before Carrie found two
sticks and pushed them into the sand where they’d gone to the bathroom,
for future notice. Then they headed back up the treehouse ladder to sleep.
Pt. 2 to follow.
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Mina
toilet doors
I and my friends did a bit of research of doors of loos in Japan.
It seems that loo door to Japanese style squat loo open inwards, I said
before.
About Western style loo where you sit, some doors open inwards and some
outwards, we knew. Opening outwards doors was usually older loos. But
quite common.
One reason of opening outwards is that loo space is small and if you open
inwards, door will bang on loo bowl.
Often I see this site, people forget lock door of loo, then loo door
burst open. If open inwards, then door bang on knees of person while she
is doing motions…?
Interest thing, in my house in my hometown, downstairs loo door opens
inwards, but upstairs loo door opens outwards.
We found sliding door too, in hotel loo. Loo room was round shape.
It was a fun to investigate architecture of loo. We hope you enjoy.
Love to everyone.
Mina + 3
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Laverne
He better had deleted it…
A few days ago my boyfriend and were at the party and I were completely
wasted.
The next morning I had woken with barely any recollection of what
happened but for some reason my boyfriend had recorded a very
embarrassing moment. He popped out his phone and showed me that I were
literally out of control. Then all of the sudden, I had apparently said I
had to poop so I for some reason pulled my pants off and pooped my guts
out on some poor person/people’s front lawn and ran before the home owner
came out.
I begged him to delete it and he did eventually after a bit of teasing
and torment….. 🙁
I just hope he didn’t keep any copies…
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Anna from Austria
wiping survey for the ladies
Normally tha gaps under the austrian toilet stalls are rather small if
the exist at all, so it is impossible to see what the neighbor is doing.
That’s why i never thought about it. But since last week we moved into
another Office which has very strange toilets for austrian Terms. The
toilets have rather big gaps so you can easily so the shoes and even the
panties of your neighbors.
Thanks to this unsual Setup i noticed something that i never noticed
before. Unlike most ladies, I always stand for cleaning myself after
doing my pee or poop. Other ladies seems to always remain seated.
No I wonder how my fellow ladies here in the Forum handles this.
greetings from Austria
Anna
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weird guy
it’s me again. I must say that I take great pleasure in holding in a good
beer or soda whiz. the relief is unreal when I step up to the urinal or
toilet and just let go. one thing I don’t like, though, is even after
shaking the drips, I still sometimes leak a bit in my boxers. thanks
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Icy
poononymous
Well least I’m not alone! But I wouldn’t say it was “to the waistband”
because of the size of the accident, rather the position I was standing
it was rly awkward and kinda forced it upwards rather than down ~
Still though, I guess when you’re in the middle of an accident your
posture isn’t the first thing that comes to mind
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Vincene
Should I be as concerned?
I was in my morning routine of leaving our apartment earlier, then
stopping at one of a variety of coffee/donut/fast-food providers on my
drive into downtown where my office is. I filled my tank because Diver,
who had borrowed my car for a trip to see one of his friends, hadn’t
gotten the gas like he promised. I went in and paid, scouted some nice
treats to go with my coffee and I pulled the car over to the parking
place. There was no question that my next stop was to take a pee. If I
had come across one more accident tie-up on the radial I would have been
in great pain. Inside, the ladies room was clearly marked, but the door
was latched and In Use appeared on top of the door knob. As I waited for
probably 5 minutes, that seemed like 30, there should have been music on
the intercom for the dance I was doing. Suddenly, the door flung open and
a burly lady about twice my age who was cussing somebody on her cell
phone bumped by me and almost knocked my purse off my shoulder.
I quickly closed the door, latched it and turned the light on. I found it
was amazing that someone will remember a light instead of a rather
yellowish gathering of three wide pieces plus a couple of toilet paper
wads in the toilet. Not wanting to waste a few more seconds, I lowered
my clothing and seated myself. Instead of thinking what was smelling and
laying a couple of inches below me, I emphasized relieving my bladder.
For much of the two minutes of the process, I saw the door knob turn.
Slowly one way, then the other. Then there would be an awkward jerk or
two. I figured it was probably a child and I felt sorry for her having to
wait. For an early moment, I thought about after my pee, standing,
flushing and then reseating myself for my morning crap because I still
had a 30 minute drive ahead of me to get to work. I called out “I’m
almost done”, stood and flushed and quickly dabbed my hands in a routine
that would not have made my mom proud.
I unlatched the door and opened it. The little girl, about 4 or 5, was
alone and smiled when she saw me. I went out, got my coffee and two
donuts, and just after I seated myself I saw the little girl come running
out and joining a cluster of people in the very wide line. Knowing that
the bathroom was available, and that she was done, I went back in, again
latching the door, but more carefully sliding my butt onto the seat,
while also noting that she and done her civic duty and flushed. I was
also encouraged that the faucet was fully turned off, and that no paper
towel had been just thrown aside. It took me only a couple of minutes to
get my large, but soft crap out. A couple of extra wipes were necessary,
but I wasn’t about to complain. I flushed twice to get it all down,
washed my hands better than before, then went out and ate my food. Three
women of various ages were standing in line to take the seat when I left.
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weird guy
response to roses survey
1 it depends on how much I have drank previously. generally, m stream
lasts 30-45 seconds. when I first wake up is usually my longest pee of
the day
2 I have shares a flush before with my nephews when I was on vacation. to
take it a step further, we all 3 peed into the toilet simultaneously
3 since I’m a guy, I don’t wipe after peeing. as to pooping, I remain
seated on the toilet to wipe. the exception comes if I’m planning to
shower immediately after my dump, I often will skip wiping my but
4 when I flush, I usually am standing. I generally wipe my but and pull
up my pants, then stand up. at that point I close the lid and flush. if
I’m having nasty diahrrea I will flush while seated before I’m done
5 the only food waste I can ever recall flushing was some beer I had once
that was so stale I couldn’t drink it
6 the strangest thing I remember flushing was a q tip that I accidentally
dropped into the toilet one time.
hope u enjoy
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Tuesday, February 19, 2019
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weird guy
fun times
I forgot to mention with my last post. sometimes I like to sit on the pot
after my business is done. I change things up though, in that sometimes I
wipe my but and stay seated for a bit, while other times I finish pooping
then just sit for sometime before I wipe, pull up my pants and flush
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Pete the Poop
a few desperate poops
Hi
I’ve been having a few decent and quite often desperate poops and I don’t
whether it’s the angle or the softness of the sausages but I’ve had some
really big messy wipes up.
The latest two were in Sainsbury’s the other day and at home.
I hadn’t been for a few days (unusual for me) and whilst shopping in
Sainsbury’s I got a big urge to go. I hurried into the loos and the one
open cubicle. Thankfully it was reasonably clean although quite a lot of
TP at the bottom (not unusual for their). I hurriedly got my jeans and
knickers down and two sausages flew out followed by a few other nuggets.
All with a decent plop plop plop and a small fart. It was over in about 2
minutes but I had a lot of poop smudge that required a big clean up.
The last one was just now. Cleaning the kitchen trying to hold it in for
a bit longer and couldn’t wait any longer. Sat down and a large 8-9 inch
flew out and a few other smaller ones. The poop had smudged my cheeks on
it’s way out and it was again another very messy wipe up. The relief
after both was amazing though.
How many others often have a messy wipe up?
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Constiguy
Public toilets. Lesson 6
I read with interest Matthews post and I certainly would not be making
any contact or giving assistance to a random person in a public toilet.
One comment is that at a University people are likely to be on the young
side so if constipated now it is likely to get worse as age progresses.
As stated before I really prefer someone with me if I am to have a
difficult motion bit has to be the right person in very private
circumstances, As for what is happening now. I have just had breakfast
and am sitting on the toilet typing this post…… the poo wants to come
out and that is great I am relaxing my bum and it is coming out now with
nil pushing. It is long smelly and still hanging from my bum. I could
hear it exit. Absolutely no effort came out of its own accord. Now
looking in the toilet it is long, thick and healthy. I have starred to
push and out comes a heap more with some farts and now a wee. This is a
minor victory because usually at this time of the morning my bowels and
body is too tired to poo, even though I need to . What I really need most
mornings is someone to massage my colon and give me encouragement. Some
years ago I went to a clinic and the therapist massaged my colon and when
I got the urge she but a pot under my bum she pushed on my colon whilst I
pushed and did a splendidly large poo in the pot . It is time I wiped my
bottom. Unto the shower and on with my day. What a good start !!!!
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Name
A Moment
This was a moment between me and my mom from this past summer. I was 15
and she was (and still is) 43. We both got some kind of virus from eating
bad shellfish which gave us diarrhoea. My father, despite eating the same
shellfish, was totally fine. It’s weird. Anyway, we were walking home
from the shop when the urge struck us again. I was wearing a T-shirt,
short skirt, panties, socks and shoes, and she was wearing a long sleeved
collared white shirt, short brown skirt, panties and very practical low
boots. She never wears any footwear she can’t run in. When the urge
struck me, I stopped walking and grabbed my bottom, clenching it together.
“I really have to poop,” I said.
“So do I,” she said. “Let’s walk quickly home.”
We walked home, clenching our bottoms together. Occasionally I stopped to
hold my bottom. I knew that if I farted at all, I’d shart and mess myself.
“Don’t stop honey, it’s best to get home quickly,” she said, obviously
worried that she’d mess herself too.
By the time we got to the door we were both bursting and had 1 hand on
our bottoms. My mother’s legs were trembling from the strain and I was
hopping from foot to foot. The pressure was becoming unbearable. My
mother got out her keys to open the door, and dropped them.
“If I bend down to pick them up, a volcano of poop will erupt in my
panties,” she said.
“I’ll pick them up for you,” I said, “I’m shorter.”
I crouched down, straining with all my strength to hold it in, and handed
her the keys.
“Thanks, sweetheart, you might just have saved my panties,” she said,
smiling. She unlocked the door. The toilet was downstairs, a short sprint
from the door.
“Race for the toilet!” she shouted, and ran ahead of me. I tried to catch
up, but she got there first. I felt my guts gurgling and knew I’d mess
myself if I had to wait for her.
“You go first, sweetie, I’m bigger, I can hold it,” she said, but her
voice betrayed a little doubt that she could.
“Thanks so much,” I said, and I dashed in, tugged down my panties and sat
on the toilet. An enormous explosion of sludge burst out of me. I sat
there, slightly stunned by the force of it.
“Can you hurry up please?” said my mother, clenching her bottom with both
hands and obviously about to lose control. “I really have to go.”
“Alright, I’ll try,” I said, wiping myself. “Just hold on a little
longer.” I was repeating what she’d told me on so many occasions.
Then I heard a quiet farting sound, and it wasn’t from me. My mother’s
face, which had previously been strained in exertion, was now one of
shock and embarrassment.
“I am officially crapping myself,” she said, in her typical deadpan way.
Some louder farting sounds followed the quiet one, and a little brown
sludge spilled from her panties and stained her legs under her skirt. I
finished and got off the toilet, then flushed and started washing my
hands. She just stood there, continuing to soil herself. I guess she just
didn’t see the point of moving. Once she’d finished, she walked over to
the toilet, some more sludge squelching down her legs and staining her
skirt. The back of her skirt smelt like a sewer. She dropped her panties
to her ankles. They were oozing with sludge. She sighed and stepped out
of them before dumping the contents in the toilet and starting to wipe
herself clean.
“Will you throw those panties away?” I asked.
“No, I’ll try to save them,” she said. “Obviously I’ll have to tell your
father, but he’ll understand.”
“I’m sorry you pooped yourself, mom” I said.
“You don’t need to be,” she said. “I really should have been able to hold
it at my age. But the pain was unbearable and I thought I could lessen it
by just farting a tiny bit. Stupid me.”
“You’re not stupid,” I said. “Everybody has accidents. That doesn’t mean
they are stupid, and you’re really smart.”
“As are you,” she said.
And that’s the story.
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Kamdyn
Pee fights in public toilets
My friend Gabriel, who I kind of like, spend time together after school
and sometimes kind of go out. Well he has this friend, Tomas, who is a
couple of years younger than us who tags along with us after school at
places like the mall and the park. I can’t say that it is deliberately
timed or anything but when one of us says a bathroom break is needed, we
all kind of use the opportunity. This happened once recently at school
just as we were leaving the building and yesterday when we went to a
movie at the mall. So I go into the ladies room and they go into the
nearby guys toilets. I get a toilet, sit down and relieve myself, wipe,
flush, wash my hands (most times) and then go outside standing against
the wall waiting for them. Often I will hear some insults, lots of
laughter, some cursing and surprisingly no other noise such as a toilet
door swinging, never a flush or handwashing. So I asked Gabriel why that
is and what’s going on in there.
He and Tomas then will joke and brag about this game they’ve been playing
for years when they are out and away from home. Each claims to be the Pee
Fight Master. And I’m like “What?” Here’s what takes place.
In the guys bathrooms there are users who will lay sheets of toilet paper
over the seats before sitting down on it. They take their crap, then
leave the toilet unflushed, the paper on the seat (although sometimes it
might partially slide off) and Gabe and Tomas will find one of these
toilets. By standing at opposite sides of the toilet’s entrance, backs to
the door they will splash-piss into the toilet and see who can blast more
of the paper off the seat with his piss before he’s emptied out. They
admit it messes the toilet up for the next user but say its fun. Gabe
said he and Tomas got the idea from watching our city’s fire department
and another city’s department trying to move a barrel extended on a wire
over our town’s main intersection on the 4th of July. That’s done with
high-pressure fire-fighting hoses, however. To me, the pee fights seem
very juvenile and why public toilets have a reputation of being so bad in
terms of cleanliness.
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Trackor
Post Title (optional)My 7 years old son love wearing diaper!
I’m Trackor I am a single dad with three children I have one son in he is
7 years old in I have two daughter one 17 in the other one 16 they
teenager I don’t have any problem with my two girls they spends alot time
with their mother,and my son he have trouble use the toilet he potty
trains like 5 years ago but he still wet the bed in using the the
bathroom on himself one day I took to school teacher just call me saying
that my son pee hisself I don’t think he know have use the toilet I
questions him why he use the bathroom on hisself he won’t answer me I
didn’t want him feel bad or anything he still won’t answer so I ask him
he wanting be in diaper again he answer he said “yes” so I order like
$300 dollars worth of diaper bought goodnites,pamper size 6 in pamper
easy ups size 6 and also I bought pull ups training pants and a diaper
plastic cover so he won’t have anymore accident or leak around the house.
I feel like a bad parent letting my son wearing diaper again when known
how use the toilet but he choose not too so I look online to see other
parent gonna through this too, it alot parent gonna this so I not the
only one parant,I have been treating him like a baby for like 5 months
changing him in pulling him clean diaper so he won’t have diaper rash or
something like that a week ago he had the flu an also having diarrhea so
let him sleep in my room so I can keep eye on him he get very sick after
he stopped throwing up he have diarrhea he fulled like 2 diaper in they
did leak on the side so I use the plastic diaper cover it work perfectly
no leak I let him stay in that same diaper like 2 days when the diarrhea
stopped when he stopped having diarrhea his diaoer was very thin nothing
leak out so I change him everything was cool…any parent gonna through
this free comment me…
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Katie Kool
Visits pee and more poo
In my last post I said I would write a push by push account of me sitting
on the toilet which I am doing today. I am writing this first part in my
room having got up showered and dressed ready to go out to my friends
this afternoon.
So first an update I was grounded all week as last Sunday I didn’t get
home on time and on Monday had my clinic visit which was ok, I got my
birth control renewed on the actual day without having to go back and had
antibiotics given at the visit.The nurse checked and took a swab in my
girly bits and said I had to take antibiotics straight away so I got them
the same day and 3 more days supply then I got a text 3’days after to
tell me what i had.. The antibiotics have also cleared up the dull low
back ache I had. I’ve no idea why but they did. Anyway my poo was quite
soft all week, I think the antibiotics do that. I withheld because I was
grounded but had to do it Wednesday evening as I had dirtied my pants in
school and got sent home. My mum was like here take this and gave me
Imodium. I went on the toilet and did a load of soft mush poo that didn’t
actually smell much. On Thursday morning I woke and showered as I had
totally soaked my bed, got dressed in clean school uniform including 2
pairs of white cotton pants just in case and ate breakfast. Then went on
the toilet and did a strong pee and pushed for a poo which wouldn’t come.
I lied and told mum I had a runny one again and got more Imodium 2′
capsules then and 2 more format school. I didn’t poo again until Friday
evening when my grounding was lifted..
It is now 11.00 am Sunday I am in the bathroom dressed for going out
soon, wearing a short pleated black and purple mini skirt, fishnet
holdups, black and purple DM boots, white short top.. When I’m ready to
go I will also wear my black coat. My hair is in ringlets and below
shoulder length and at the moment it’s got blue and purple wash colour
through it over some blond dye colour. I’m not wearing pants ( knickers)
as I’m meeting 2’guys who have a van and we’re going in the woods to play
hehehe. I have 2 pairs in my coat pocket for later.
So I’m lifting my skirt and sitting down on the toilet and doing a pee.
Before I push again Friday’s poo was 1’solid piece about 8 inches long. I
had a liquid poo whilst out on Friday evening and on Saturday morning
when mum makes me go I did a soft log and several soft pieces of poo. I
went out Saturday afternoon and got very very drunk with lots of others
in this flat I mentioned before and had 2 more liquid poos and chucked up
a couple of times. So now for my next push and I’m pushing down into my
ass really hard some pee is dripping and I’ve just farted a pfffffff
pffffff and I’ve taken a breath and pushing down again and a squirty fart
and a lump of poo. When I’m on the toilet before going out I push as hard
as I possibly can each time I push until I do it. I don’t care if there
is poo there in my ass ready to come out or not I just force and push as
hard as I can until I make some come out and I don’t care how much it
hurts or if it bleeds I want to do a poo and poo I will do. Ok so another
long hard push grrrrrnnnnnnnnn grrrrnnnnnnnn and I feel another piece
come out with some softer poo that splatters as a fart comes out., I want
to be empty when I go out and I don’t like to poo when others are about,
actually when I’m very drunk and get booze poos I don’t care if others
are about, I’ve been seen doing booze poos by guys and other girls and
even sat on the toilet doing a booze poo and drinking wine from a bottle
whilst doing it.. Just pushing down hard again
grrrrnnnnnnnnnnngrrrnnnnnnnnnn and then another little log. Pushed again
and a very wet fart and some liquid splatters out, just dabbed with TP
and there is some light brown poo and yellowish snotty like stuff.l push
down really hard again and pffffff pffffrt and again I push and keep
pushing and grunting and another little piece drops making a sound like a
pebble into water. when I’m sat on the toilet I always think about other
things may be the guys I’m gonna meet and what we will do or things I
like doing but don’t know exactly why like getting really really drunk
which makes me always wet the bed like multiple times in a night
sometimes poo in bed or my clothes but I love doing it and even when I
throw up I just carry on drinking straight after or like binging on
chocolate again until I throw up and then just carry on or likes when mum
makes big meals i like to eat and eat until I can’t move then a few hours
later I have a real struggle to make a poo.
Anyway another hard push down and lots of softer mushy poo splattering
into the water and around the bowl with each pffffrt as I push down.
Whilst I recover from that last long push I will reply to
Paige. Hi you asked about continence visits. They started when I was 11
and was sterling secondary school, my mum had spoken to the school about
my issues and they said as part of my care plan I needed to see a
continence advisor. The visits haven’t really changed over the last 4
years, I don’t have as many school issues now as I used to but I think
that is more down to how my life now is rather than the actual visits.
So at this latest visit she asks me am I aware of any infections I say no
and she says I will check your test results but I know from records the
clinic prescribed antibiotics then she asks about passing water how often
etc and how often I’m wetting my pants and wetting the bed so I just say
oh a couple,of times a week ( I don’t mention about drinking and soaking
my bed after that every night several times) and then asks about my
bowels and my motions ( horrible cringe worthy words ) are they soft hard
regular etc so I say sometimes hard and sometimes soft and runny then
asks am I going to the toilet ok I say yes and she asks how about when
it’s hard I say if I’m going out I make it come out in the toilet she
asks if not going out I say I hold it in then she asks about accidents in
my pants and bowel control so i say sometimes a couple of times a week
and she then looks at some email from my school and tells me how many
times they say I’ve done it in my pants or had to go home etc and that
I’m improving, at junior school some weeks i did it in my pants every
day. And then asks about withholding and why etc then asks about
counselling which I decline but I think they will now want mento attend
again as she mentioned me being promiscuous and it’s not good at my age
etc.
So all rather dull again hehehe
Now I’ve just been pushing hard and nothing now but little pffrts and
snotty stuff so time to wipe. I’ve taken a scrunch which is for me around
10 squares of paper but as 1 length and scrunched it up. Just done a
little pee and now padding my front bit dry which is tender but not
stinging when I pee. Ive re scrunched my paper and now reaching round
behind me to wipe which is a little bit of poo and snotty stuff, second
wipe same and re scrunch again and 1’more wipe and it’s clean. I’ve stood
up checked in the toilet and opened the door and shouted to mum ” mum mum
I’ve done a poopoo” and she replies ok you can flush it. I’ve smoothed my
skirt down and checked in the long mirror to see if the red lines that
the toilet seat makes on my ass after an hour on the toilet are visible
my skirt is short and they just are as the skirt just. Ones to the bottom
of my ass cheeks. Oh well I don’t really care.
Flushed and cleared in 1 go and now leaving bathroom.
Hope you like this I will post again soon
Katie Kool
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