Thank YOU Thank You once again to everyone who is part of our newsletter who took the chance(maybe we should say risk) in sharing your “pooping the pants” story. One of you wrote “filling the underwear” and I think that’s a much better way to explain it right?:)
So, below in this post are the stories from rockstar people who also decided to submit photos with their story.
Now, as promised, it for sure is time for me to throw my story out there as well(at the bottom of the post)
Before you start reading, one more big big thank you to everyone who participated, and in case you’re wondering, my wife is more interested than I have ever seen her before to read this post with your stories.(not quite sure what to make of it???:)
-Adam
(you can download ALL the 141 stories via a PDF file I created by clicking here or go to the bottom of this posting)
Pooped My Pants Experiences:
My parents and doctors were really stressing the importance of Vitamin D and how I really needed to get outside and soak up some rays. Sounds nice, right? Well, when you’re roughly 100 lbs, anemic, and you just want to lie in bed all day and sleep….it didn’t sound so appealing.
Bless my wonderful parents. They came up with the great idea to set up our hammock out in our backyard and in the sunshine, so while they were at work I could “sleep” outside and soak up some rays. I laid in a mummy-styled sleeping bag and the only part of my body that saw the sun was my face.
This was a wonderful idea, and I would take naps outside and stay warm! The kicker here? I was the only one home, and I didn’t carry my cell phone with me at the time because I was so ill, I didn’t want to talk to anyone and if I forgot to unlock the door from the inside, I had no way of getting back into the house. One particular day, I was soaking up my rays, and I remember it was between 3 and 3:30 in the afternoon (around the time our local school district let out)….mom came home from work about 4. I woke up from my nap because I had to poop, I ran to the door……… and it was locked!!! I first thought, “I could run to the neighbors to get our spare key, but they weren’t home and what if I don’t make it in time?”….second thought, “I could maybe hold it until mom got home…HA! Holding in poop? Who can do that anymore”…and then it hit me….it was coming and there was no stopping it. I ran to the bushes in my yard, but I was too late. I had already had an explosion in my pants, and I just decided to squat in the bushes and let the rest come out. Well, while I am squatting there, crying because I was so frustrated, my neighbors come home, the family that lives behind me and could see straight into my yard….right at the bushes came home…and I am just squatting there, praying they can’t see me. And then I here my mother’s car…and she is walking to the door to go in I catch her attention, and all I can say is, “Mom, I know this looks hilarious, but please don’t laugh, I just need some toilet paper.” She shortly returns with not only toilet paper, but also Clorox wipes, a plastic bag, and a towel to cover myself as I walk in the house.
My mother and I still remember that day like it was yesterday. And I can still feel myself squatting there praying my neighbors didn’t see me. My mother told me that as soon as she went inside she started cracking up and had to control herself before she came back outside. I promise you, you will be able to laugh about your “poop my pants” stories one day. And the sooner you can, the easier it gets! Keep your head up, you aren’t alone, it happens to the best of us! As my dad says, also a fellow UCer, “always keeps a spare change of clothes with you, you never know what’s going to happen! You’ll be thankful you have them one day!”
I am usually very strategic when it comes to planning out my day now, but back then, not so much. Of course I knew that when it was time, it was time, but I was also pretty confident that I would be able to avoid any embarrassing moments.
At the time this incident took place, I happened to be stationed in a portable office. There were 3 portables in my area and 1 in the middle that was the bathroom. Now, one of the biggest annoyances about this assignment was the cleaning was never consistent when they came and when they did, they would block off the entrance, no one was allowed in, and they would take their sweet time. On this particular morning, I had incorrectly assumed that they had already come so I eagerly tipped back my large coffee. After I do this I almost immediately head to the bathroom because I know it won’t be long until the engines get started and the shit machine begins.
As I walking outside I notice that the cleaning had literally just gotten there.
I froze.
I tried not to panic and had to think quick. The training building was about 2 miles down the street… It would be cutting it close, but I was confident I could make it.
I ran into my office and grabbed my keys and hopped into car. As I was driving I began to feel the rumblings and started praying immediately. When things like this happen, we inevidentally get stuck at every red light or get behind a slow driver. My luck? A train.
Luckily it was a short one as I made my way to the training building parking lot.
The thing with this disease is you become Batman was all restrooms and locations whether it’s your route to work, the building you work in, a place you are visiting, etc. You make sure you know everything about everything so you can be prepared.
Well, in my rush, I didn’t pay attention which parking lot I was going into. Had I gone in the correct parking lot, the bathroom would have been directly across from the front door. Sadly I had parked in the rear by the cafeteria and would have to run through the cafeteria, down the hall and around front to the bathroom. No worries though, I can make it.
No sooner had I stepped out of my car started running when I froze in the middle of the parking lot. No warning, nothing. I remember thinking to myself, “this is really happening… You are a grown man shitting yourself.” There were two other people in the parking lot, but luckily they were far enough away that they wouldn’t have realized what wa actually going on.
I ponder my options before coming to my senses and getting back into my car. It’s a very weird feeling to be a grow up, sitting in a parking lot at work and going doodie in your pants. And it was a lot!
The thing about working at a DOE facility was you had to go through an armed gate to enter and exit the facility and you could be stopped at any time for a random search.
I prayed to God and everything holy that I would not get stopped. I also thanked him for having the foresight and having me wear boxer briefs that particular day. I can’t tell you how much that savede from a very messy incident.
Luckily I made it through the gate and drove the 45 minutes back to my house propped up and holding myself up by my legs the entire drive home. I called my wife and told her I had an accident and was headed home. Didn’t even bother telling anyone at work… They could all jut assume I was in meeting somewhere else onsite.
That was quite the experience and there have been many more since some funny and some not so funny.
There have been some trying times since I was diagnosed and I personally believe I battled with depression for the first couple of years, but I made a decision that I was going to let this disease define me am I can look back on it now and laugh.
After all everyone poops, some just way more than others!
When I got home, I wrapped a sweatshirt around my waist (to catch the overflow and prevent neighbor views) and ran right for the shower, where I washed then wept “Crying Game style.”
My poor magenta velour pants, how I miss thee.
Worst experience ever was the one time I did it in public wearing WHITE JEANS!!!!! Mind you I was having very slight symptoms so I felt safe in the white jeans. I went to Panera to wait for my husband to meet me for lunch. I was completely fine, drinking water and suddenly I had the dreaded stomach crapping. I was at the very front of the place and the bathroom was at the back which seemed to be miles. I began pooping right before hitting the door and the stall was occupied so I stood with my back against the wall and waited. Luckily it was not noticeable at that point. I got in the stall and had to dispose of my underwear and try to get as cleaned up as possible. I had a sweater I wrapped around my waist to get out and some Febreeze I sprayed myself with. I managed to get out and to the car at which pint I sobbed until my husband got there.
I now carry an extra set of underwear and pants as well as baby wipes with me at all times. With this illness you never know when poop will happen!
Now that I got my surgery, thought it would be over. Nope! They botched my reversal, got septic, was in a coma, almost died, and had to put the bag back on.
So now I wait until July, the day after my wedding to hae the reversal a second time.
1. On holiday in Canada, my girlfriend and i stayed a night with an old friend of my mum’s on Vancouver Island whom we had never met before. That evening, her son invited me on an early morning 40min run along the spit that goes out to the sea and back around the little bay they live on. As school cross-country champion, it sounded like a good way to start the morning and roll back the years. i didn’t have any appropriate shorts so he offered me his but unfortunately they were too short. had to go with my own baggy pair. In the morning, I managed to go to the loo first thing before we left so i thought all was good.
About 3 mins into the warm up lap, i knew it wasn’t. from running side by side, i dropped back behind and tactically just let a small amount go and out the side of the shorts, as i thought this would placate matters. actually, that did work ok and i managed to jog on for a while. we got down to the bottom of the road and then headed back towards the house. on the way back, a massive urge kicks in and I have no chance of holding it especially as i’m running. didnt know if i should run into the bushes or what my options were to save any dignity (i had only met this guy the night before). so basically i did nothing other than try and put some distance between us (not too much, not too little).
Then, I emitted a sudden squelch sound, which startled him and he turned round and asked if “i was alright.” “yeh, fine mate” i lied…. and then it all came out, luckily just as he turned his back. i was still running and it flung out of my baggy shorts, all down my leg and onto the road. leg smothered in poo. i grabbed some gravel and dirt and started scraping my leg with it when i could but it was not very effective. also now my hands were covered in poo too. eventually we got back to the house “for a stretch” before the proper run began… i sort of blocked his view of me, standing by a little tree in the front lawn. I pretended that the 15 minute warm up jog had knocked me out and that i needed a rest. he smiled like he knew how much fitter he was than me. i wanted him to head off first so awkwardly waited around a little then we said our goodbyes and yup…. you guessed it…. he offered his friendly hand for a good old manly handshake. i had no choice, how could i refuse? and before i knew it, i was giving him a vigorous shake to say thank you with scrapings of my own human faeces for good measure.
i never saw him again as he went straight to work and we moved on that evening. at least he didn’t lend me his shorts. Since i had no spares with me, I spent the rest of the day on a tour of the island with his family wearing my girlfriend’s trousers – which i tried to pull off as some sort of trendy, retro English skinny 3/4 shorts look… “it’s all the rage in London!”.
2. i cycled to the local library to take back a book. Managed to return it ok and was just getting back on to the bike when i can feel the rumbles – had to make quick assessment: could i hold out til i got home or make a dash back to library… by the time i worked it out i already know its gonna be a close one either way. I managed to waddle into the reception area of the library and then realised i had no idea where the loo was in the building. can barely speak at this stage as literally clenching my whole body to keep it in. I squeek out the question to the old lady behind the desk and whilst she rambles on about which doors to open and stairs to climb, it all just goes and its all very audible. i’m just standing there nodding and half smiling in relief whilst she’s giving me directions – punctuated by the obvious sounds of it being too late. actually pooping whilst having a conversation with a stranger – even after 3 years of this that was definitely a new experience!
Well that is just one of many, before my UC diagnosis.
A side note, after trying Lialda, Prednisone, and Apriso,(all with not much help). I have found a Supplement combination that works for me, and finally I am in remission(5 months now)!!!!!!!
Supplement combination;
Probiotics, Chlorella, Spriulina, Flaxseed, Astaxanthin and Fish oil.
And occasionally Zyflammend – I Know it’s a mouth full, so to speak:)
but for me, IT WORKS , and hopefully the info can help someone else.
PEASNLUV,
Kevin from Houston
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It was just about one year ago, actually probably sometime in late April. Michaela and I were going cross the US in our VW van (like we still are right now…anybody in Colby, Kansas?).
Anyways, we pulled into San Angelo, Texas and took a spot at their state park to camp for two nights. NOBODY was at the campground, and even through I requested we be given a spot close to water and the bathrooms, that still meant a good quarter mile walk…that’s Texas for ya…
Maybe an hour or two after we got to our site, we were doing whatever, and as is common from time to time, I let one rip. You know… One of those pleasant smelling wonders of nature. But, this turned out to be one of those farts that you just shouldn’t be passing.
I immediately thought that I was probably prairie dogging it (you know, when the little guy pops his head to say hi). So, I told Michaela I was off to the bathroom cause I let one fly that I shouldn’t have. I didn’t think much of it, but after about 200 feet of fast walking, I was beginning to wonder if I’d make it. It was windy, nobody around for at least a quarter mile, and the race was on.
I started doing the whole squeezing it in thing, but that didn’t really give me much help. Things were for sure in motion. I must have hit the point of no return, if there is such a thing down there.
And then, it really hit me: “HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP ADAM, YOU HAVE JUST A FEW SECONDS TO GET ON THE TOILET!”
I must have been 150 feet from the bathrooms that nobody was in our whole stay. And BAAaAAAM.
The clock ran out.
And I sat their in the wind thinking to myself, holy crap, this is actually happening. And I just let it go, full on open sesame.
A few seconds later it was damage control time. This had never happened before. But, I did make it to the bathrooms (which had a shower as well). I sat down on the toilet…big joke. And realize I had only one good option:
Take everything off, throw out my pants, socks and underwear. Next…take a big fat shower. Then use my t-shirt as pants, my flannel shirt for my shirt(daaaa) and put on the shoes and head back to see Michaela.
Crazy enough, she thought I lost my mind wearing my shirt like you see in the picture, then I told her the story and she was laughing for a while.
Thanks for sharing your stories to everyone who has, and to the readers, enjoy:)
– Adam
I started site shortly after being diagnosed in October of 2008 with severe pancolitis (when my whole colon was inflamed).
For me, it was a very rough start with severe symptoms. Getting bounced from medication to medication was not easy or too helpful. But, I did meet another UC’er, changes several parts of my diet, and of course the rest is history.
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