Tell me your story here. Here’s mine
So I just got done eating my Grandmas meatballs and I was really full and decided to go outside to vape. I felt like I had to fart and let out this really warm fart but something didn’t feel right my shorts felt sloshy so I went inside to see what was going on took my shorts and underwear off for inspection. I noticed that the normally white waistband of my boxers was now brown. Needless to say I just threw them away and wiped. That’s my story. What’s yours?
LOL. First year of me playing baseball, I was 8 years old, I think I ate something bad, had food poisoning or something and during one of my games I crapped my pants. My coach drove me to the nearest McDonalds and I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. It was a real SHITTY situation.
It was at work. Had gone for training to a different city.
After graduation I was going back to office.
I just shat in pants. I did can’t remember exactly why.
Was it fart or lose motion 
I was on Zyprexa and was experiencing constipation on it while I was on the psych ward. I tried everything…milk of magnesia, Miralax, Ex-lax…nothing was working and I hadn’t wrapped in a week. So, finally, I signed up for the big guns…a bottle of magnesium citrate with a ton of water. Well, I drank the mag citrate in the afternoon, and no results…but I had to take my nighttime meds and I figured it would work in the morning.
The Zyprexa knocked me out like it always does, and next thing I know, I wake up a couple of hours later with my britches and bed full of liquid brown! The mag citrate worked great, and I was too stoned on Zyprexa to even notice. I had to ask the night shift nurses to open the shower and get me new scrubs to wear. I dripped crap all the way to the unit shower and had to hand my dirty britches over to the nurse who opened the shower. I was SO embarrassed!
I was about to piss my pants so I ran into the nearest bathroom and it was the wemons and there was someone in there
Everybody craps themselves sooner or later
One time before I got sober I walked home drunk from the bar. By the time I got home I was covered in piss, puke, and crap. Fortunately it wasn’t a large amount of feces. My parents had to shower me off at 3 in the morning because I was too intoxicated to clean myself up.
That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, and even though I’ll be 7 years sober in October that night still brings me great shame.
On a lighter note, I’ve had a few farts I couldn’t trust, and one of them was at Texas Roadhouse. I went to take a leak, but ended up with a little buddy in my drawers.
That’s amazing. You should be proud of yourself.
Thank you! It’s hard to believe how much things have changed, I was a menace (a non-violent menace) when I was drinking, Im definitely better off and more mellow now that I’m sober.
Life is better sober. This winter will be the one year mark for me since the last drop of alcohol I had. I hate waking up the next morning and forgetting a lot of the previous night.
Yes, but the specifics elude me. I was a blackout drinker, I just came to in the aftermath. I also woke up one time after my wisdom tooth surgery, and, yeah. Apparently general anesthetic relaxes portions of my anatomy.
Congrats! Thats awesome!
I should also mention that when I was initially DXed with SZ, it was bad. I was labeled with Disorganized (Hebephrenic) SZ because I would shut down and go catatonic. I remember there being diapers involved. Unpleasant and awkward to be sure. I improved with heavy medication at the outset and the catatonic periods got farther apart until there weren’t any. Toileting went back to normal.
Right now im on the opposite end of things I’m constipated all the time.
Oh yeah, the dreaded shart, once at school and once at work. My mom saved me both times by delivering fresh undies haha.
I have shat myself maybe 10-20 times in my life if I’d have to guess
I was stuck in a guard shack while I was ill once doing security work. There was no way for me to leave. The people you could call to get relief and leave your post took hours to get there, if they even came at all. Anyway, long story short, I had no access to a bathroom and was not well and soiled myself.
So yes, I have crapped myself before.
Not a very interesting story, but a true one.
No, I’ve crapped other peoples pants but not my own.