Posted by Nym on October 09, 2000 at 19:49
I posted a couple more things on griot.net/house/toilet - but I can't find them now. There are a load of good stories on there (on al sorts of topics), here are a couple I found quickly looking for the stuff I originally sent - did anyone else have this sort of experience?
Poopy
I got tagged with this nickname because of the frequent accidents I had as a kid. The first accident I had in school. It was in the first grade. I had to poop, but since it was my first week in school, was uncomfortable about asking to go, and didn't remember what the teacher had said to do if we had to go to the bathroom. I sat there squirming in my seat, and waited until a boy raised his hand and asked to be excused. He left, and I raised my hand and asked to be excused. The teacher told me I had to wait until the other boy came back. After about 5 minutes, I felt like I had to fart. I raised my bottom off of my seat, and pushed. I pooped a large load in my pants. I eased back down in my seat, feeling the poop squish itself against my bottom as I sat.In a few more minutes the other boy came back in, and the teacher told me I could go. I hesitated, and she said"Ithought you had to be excused. I got up and walked towards the door, feeling the poop in my pants with each step I took. I guess the teacher noticed my poopy pants as I got to the door, because she came out right behind me, and took me to the nurses office. The nurse called my mom, and she came and got me. My mom didn't drive back then, so I had to walk home with messy pants.
As I said in an earlier post, I got my nickname, as a kid because of numerous accidents in my pants. Other than the incident I described earlier in the first grade, I loaded my pants , on average, every year thru grade school.As i remember, My mom had to come pick me up twice more in first grade, once in second grade, at least three times in third grade. and about on thru to junior high, about once a year.I guess, all these accidents were because I didn't like going to the bathroom at school, I usually held both my poop and pee(even at home)Until it was almost too late.I also seemed to have a difficult time sometimes telling whether I had tp fart or poop.(still have that problem sometimes)It seemed that about 75% of the time I would guess wrong. Most of the time by going to the bathroom, and winding up with nothing to show for my efforts but a few noisy farts. But every now and then by going in my pants, when I thought it was nothing but gas. My worst accident in school was in the 7th grade. I had a cold, and was coughing a lot. I had to piss and shit too, but was holding it as I always did. I started coughing, before I realized what was happening, I was pissing and shitting in my pants at the same time. It was back to the nurses office. At play, I often had accidents in my pants, from trying to hold it.I think that my mom may have contributed in part to some of these.After I had run in and out of the house a few times, she would tell me if I came in the house one more time, I would have to stay in. I would wait too long, and wind up shitting in my pants, often in front of my playmates. Then I would continue playing until mom called me and made me come in, then I would be in trouble again.If my playmates noticed, I would deny it. It was around 9 or 10 that they started calling me poopy I never had very many wetting accidents, because, being a boy, I could just go behind the bushes and pee, but I had some kind of phobia or something about pulling my pants down outdoors to shit.Also, then as now, I guess I figured, that once I had shit in my pants, I might as well finish what I started. I think a little shit in your pants is kind of like a girl being a little bit pregnant.
poopy
One of the accidents I had in third grade I didn't get caught, at least not until I got home. It was near the end of the school day, and as usual, I was holding back a big load of poop. about 30 minutes before the end of school, I was desperate, so I raised my hand and asked to be excused. Usually, the teachers tended to ask if you could wait that close to the end of the day, but, my propensity for having accidents in my pants was well known by then, so she told me to go. I walked slowlyto the door, pinching my cheeks together in a struggle to keep from messing my pants in school again. I made it out in the hall before i lost control, and filled my pants. I continued down the hall and into the boys room, with poop weighinh heavily in my underpants. I went into a stall, pulled down my jeans and underpants and tried to dump the poop from my pants into the toilet. I succeeded in getting a large amount of it into the toilet, getting some on the seat in the process. There was still a fair amount stuck to my bottom and in the seat of my underpants when I pulled them back up, but at least it wasn't buldging the seat of my jeans anymore. I pulled my jeans back up and went back to class. I went quickly to my desk and sat down. In about fifteen minutes class ended, and we all packed uo our books and stood to leave. As i stood up, I could feel my underpants stuck to my bottom. I walked home and went inside, where mo mom had milk and cookies waiting for me. I sat and started eating. Soon she noticed the familiar odor of poop, and started fussing at me for messing my pants again. I don't know why the teacher didn't notice what I had done. Maybe she did, and decided it was too late in the day to take me to the nurses office and call my mom.
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