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Well yesterday I sat in a long very long line at an army base (toys for tots handout, it's been a tough Christmas and really these toys are the only toys my 5 year old is probably getting this year :S...thanks body for hating me) Anyway so I'm waiting and I keep getting naucious and sweating. Usually I can get things calmed down by getting some cold fres air and walking around. So I got out of the car the people around me stared at me as I paed the car then it hit...oh gawd in front of several hundred people and no bathrooms. I grabbed my bathroom card an ran to the nearest army guy and told them I have a medical condition needing a bthroom. One told me I wasn;t allowed on base, the other ran me over to the sargent and asked if he could take me to the hotel or something. The sargent took me on base(which was neat) and I cleaned up as best as I could. Panties soaked with poo, poo all over my legs and booty...it was everywere. I soaked a paper towel and "washed" my legs then sucked up my embarressment and walked out of the bathroom. The ride bac with the sargent was awkward and I made small talk, he offered me some water or coffee which I declined. He dropped me off and I ran to the car.
After anouther half hour-hour that urge came again, only this time my body said "I'm not holding it for nothing...not even to get out of the car" and of coarse I crapped my pants again. I figured theres no point in getting out again and just sat in it. Wanted to cry, made fun of myself, scoulded myself, told myself how dsgusting and revolting and stupid I am, and eventuly told myself I hate me and this stupid body.
When I got home I took the longest most redeeming shower I could. I had my wonderful fiance toss my ****** clothes in the wash and I washed all my guilt, shame, disgust everything I could of those moments when hundreds of people saw me **** my pants, run with an army guy to the sargent and then had the sargent wait for me outside the restroom while I cleaned myself up. The army men also got on the CB radios saying I was being rushed off to the bathroom so that made me even more infamous.
Later that day...I wound up in the ER needless to say...it was an aweful day and one I'm ok with blocking from memory.
After anouther half hour-hour that urge came again, only this time my body said "I'm not holding it for nothing...not even to get out of the car" and of coarse I crapped my pants again. I figured theres no point in getting out again and just sat in it. Wanted to cry, made fun of myself, scoulded myself, told myself how dsgusting and revolting and stupid I am, and eventuly told myself I hate me and this stupid body.
When I got home I took the longest most redeeming shower I could. I had my wonderful fiance toss my ****** clothes in the wash and I washed all my guilt, shame, disgust everything I could of those moments when hundreds of people saw me **** my pants, run with an army guy to the sargent and then had the sargent wait for me outside the restroom while I cleaned myself up. The army men also got on the CB radios saying I was being rushed off to the bathroom so that made me even more infamous.
Later that day...I wound up in the ER needless to say...it was an aweful day and one I'm ok with blocking from memory.