Posted by jerry on July 11, 2008 at 12:33 [66.82.9.56]
In Reply to: Earliest momories - Accidents ? posted by Pantsfiller on July 08, 2008 at 01:38
For me there are three main memories. The earliest, at about 5 years old was on purpose. I had always been curious about before I was potty trained, and had tried to get my mom to tell me about when I wore diapersa and pooped in them. She said things like it was messy and stinky, but what I wanted to know, was how did it feel. So, one day, my I was staying at my grandma's while my mom was shopping. Grandma was doing something, and I was laying in the living room floor coloring, whenn I realized I needed to poop. I don't remember the exact yhought process, but I remember thinking I could push just a little into my pants, just to see how it felt. The first few times I pushed, I came close to pooping, but stopped just short of actually doing it. Then, I pushed just a little harder, and filled my pants. My grandma saw what I'd done almost immediately. She took me over to our house and changed my pants.
My second time, and the first accident I remember was my 3rd day in school. Back then, that was 1st grade instead of kindergarden. The first day, we had made community trips to the bathrooms to see where they were, and then were shown the cards(I called them potty cards) beside the door that we were supposed to turn over when we went to the bathroom. There was one for we boys and one for the girls. To go to the bathroom, we had to raise our hand and ask to be excused. If the card wasn't turned over(only one boy and one girl were allowed to go at the same time), we turned the card over and went.When we got back, we turned over the card and then someone else could go. I was extremely shy, especially about things like going potty, so I wasn't about to embarrass myself by asking to be excused. First grade was only a half day, so I managed to hold it the first two days. The third day, I had to poop really badly, and with just over an hour and a half left, I was struggling to hold on. Then, I lost it. My bottom opened and I filled my pants with poop. Then my bladder let go and I wet my pants too.As soon as the teacher saw what I'd done, she called the school nurse and took me out into the hall. When the nurse got there, she took me to her office and changed me into spare (in case of an accident) clothes we all had to have that first year. I had one more wetting accident that year, and two other kids had accidents, another boy peed in his pants and a girl gad a poo accident.
My last memory is pooping my pants at a family reunion. I was 7 or 8 and had gone walking in the woods with my grandpa. We were on the way back and I was becoming desperate to poop. Grandpa wouldn't stop for me to go in the woods, so I tried to hold on. Then I felt like I needed to fart, so I tried. Almost none of what came out into my pants was gas. Instead, my pants were suddenly filled with mushy poop. I managed to walk back to the picnic area with oiut grandpa noticing. When we got there lunch was ready, so I managed to sneak off and sat down in my mess at the kid's table to eat. It didn't take long for one of my older cousins to notice my predicament and go fetch my mom. In that instance I had no clothes to change into, and wound up wearing borrowed girl's panties and a dress for the rest of the day.
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