AIBU to have such humiliation over this Poo Story...

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Ok, so, disclaimer: I have gratuitously posted here for traffic, and reassurance. Not for the faint hearted, squeamish people stay away! Meant for the light of heart.

With that in mind, this has happened today:

I am on holiday, somewhere very hot, very sunny, with some ancient civilisation history, and a dearth of public conveniences. I am with an autistic 9yo, a 1yo, as well as a friend.

Today I hired a car, and drove two hours to look at some ruins, have lunch, and stop off on the way back at various spots. However, after 9yo having a spectacular meltdown in the restaurant, I decided to forgo the stop offs and just head back to the hotel.

We were about 45 minutes from the hotel, when the hideous pains of IBS started, despite having taken preventative Imodium.

As we drive along, it's becoming more and more urgent, so my friend who was navigating told me to pull off at the next exit, which I did.

At this point I was nearly crying with the effort of holding it in, and feeling sick to boot. The baby was crying, the 9yo was grumbling, and I was touching, well, cloth. (I'm sorry, there's no more delicate way to describe the urgency of the situation)

Long story caught short, we pulled into what can only be described as a lay by married with a side street off the main drag, where I jumped out and shielded by the car did what I had to do, into a nappy, which in all honesty wasn't up to the job.

Cleaned up and came home. (Thank goodness for baby wipes!)

The mortification is real, whilst I see the humour in the situation. My friend was amazing and supportive, and said she thought everyone has one if not more horror stories of a similar vein. I think she's wrong, and most people are like her and hold it for as long as they need!

With that in mind, and to alleviate some of my shame and embarrassment, would you share yours?!

"LoyaltyAndLobster

First ever post..."

I assumed the poster's just done a NC as the name implies she wants to be anon if this were to go on the Daily Fail

These stories are horrible! What is wrong with you all

barking when you suffer from something that's ALWAYS gross and embarrassing it's nice to know you're not alone.

Does that help?

I crouched down Ina squat position to speak to my DS once and shit myself whilst I was down. It literally came out of no where

Obviously it came out g my bum but I mean I didn't even feel like o needed to go it just sort of fell out!

What is wrong with you all

IBS, stomach bugs, norovirus, coeliac? Do you honestly think people go round shitting themselves for fun, Barking?

Not me but my friend. He was about 14 at the time and on a bike ride with friends. He suddenly needed to go and headed off home as fast as he could. He didn't make it. As soon as he got home he ran to the shower and tried to wash his clothes at the same time - obviously his mum was suspicious and questioned him and wanted to know why his clothes were all wet! basically there was no hiding what had happened but instead of telling his mum he just didn't make it to the loo in time he made up an elaborate tale about a man trying to grab him on his way home, he was so scared that he shit himself! his mum phoned the police and my friend had to give a description of the 'man who tried to grab him'.

Every single time I have a poo on my period ibrgibg how traumatic it looks!

Delayed flight, ibs and far too much wine to think apologising for my smelly dump was funny

Heavily pregnant and just coming round from a mid afternoon nap with that 'oh shit, my sphincter is about to burn a hole in itself' diarrhea feeling. Couldn't get out of bed quick enough, and shat all over the new mattress whilst trying to fling myself in to a position to get/roll out of bed (think of a flailing fish out of water, but surrounded in diarrhea). Made it out of bed finally (sobbing my heart out with both anger and fed-upness) and ran myself a bath whilst stripping the bed. Got in to bath, felt 'that' feeling again, and couldn't get out the fucking bath. DH came home to find me freezing wet in an empty bath surrounded by little flecks of rancid poo particles and me just sniveling like a stuck pig. Not mine finest few hours.

I have ulcerative colitis and was heavily pregnant. Went out for lunch and then a walk beside a canal.

As we turned around and started back I started to feel unwell. There is a very delicate balance between walking slow enough not to 'encourage' things along, but fast enough to actually get to a loo before disaster strikes. Although, being realistic I was never going to make it back to the car park.

It became obvious I couldn't go any further, so had to tell DP and DB that I desperately needed to go. Luckily (!?) we had got to a stretch of towpath with a very overgrown and shrubby border - i flung myself in amongst some rhodedendrons and managed to get my jeans and pants down just in time. It was not easy to crouch/squat with a massive bump, but I managed it. Just. My lovely DB and DP stood with their backs to the hole I had smashed through the hedge and gazed nonchalantly at the canal.

But then an elderly couple walking along stopped to talk to DP and DB... For what felt like hours. Then they started taking photos of the ducklings, then they walked away, then they came back, they just wouldn't leave !

I was stuck in the bushes for about 20 minutes after I was ready to come out, trying to stay very still and silent, waiting for them to finally walk away - it was excruciating!

Haven't had a chance to read all the replies, but have spotted I've been reported!

I'm not trolling, I live with IBS every day and it causes huge anxiety and humiliation, today adding to that. However I was hoping to get reassurance in numbers.

Thank you to those replying I look forward to reading them all with a drink on the terrace later. Luckily we aren't going anywhere tomorrow!!

Ps yes have name changed. Don't want to be outed!!

I once had diarrhea lurk on the horizon whilst in a supermarket at the bottom of a steep hill. I made it, just, but I had awful stomach cramps and terrifying rumbles all the way up the hill.

And there was the time I went into Costa Coffee with a urgent need to use the facilities, did my business and went to flush to find...it didn't flush.

Do MNers really report a thread like this rather than simply ignore it?

I think they're either overestimating their interest for the world at large or simply enjoy dobbing!

Gettingbackinthesaddle I snorted with laughter at your story!

many years ago we went out with another couple and had a rather horrid meal in a pub they had recommended about 20 miles away. We were within 10 mins of home and I knew I wasnt going to make it so I had to ask driver to stop the car and I dived out - fortunately we were on the edge of the forest. We didnt see this couple again for a year or so but within a short time of meeting her dh thought it would be nice to remind me of the occasion.

llama I'm sorry but that really made me laugh.
I was reading the original pop thread to do once and imparted the immortal words "I've never sharted thank god" literally the next day we were watching something on TV and I laughed and sharted. well timed noro
My friend and I were on a night out, in a taxi home (hour journey) and she said she needed a wee. Taxi man pulled into a MacDonalds car park, she fell out of the car and we both heard what we thought was the gentle splashing of wee. Taxi man pipes up "it's all shits and giggles til someone giggles and shits". My friends head suddenly popped up to the window, mortified, screeching "what did you see?don't tell anyone.omg help me". That taxi driver got a BIG tip in exchange for his silence.

I once got food poisoning so bad, I think it was salmonella from a cake my aunt made, that I actually vomited and pooed simultaneously. Fortunately I was sitting on the loo and vomited into the sink, but I was hugely traumatised as I actually didn't know it was humanly possible for it to come out of both ends literally at the same time.

I remember sitting there, with my mouth gaping open in shock at what my body had just done. It's like your brain can't quite accept what just happened.

Worst ever experience was being in hospital with acute gallbladder infection on a general surgical ward. 4th day there, still hooked up to IV antibiotics and morphine pump and felt like death. Surgery that day was clearly bowel......about 6 patients were given colon cleansing medication. This stuff was clearly the medical equivalent of TNT and I've never seen such running for the loo in my life. It was great entertainment value until one poor old lady didn't make it in time with her zimmer, gave out this awful cry and her bowels exploded all over the floor with the most gut wrenching smell..........I ended up being so sick all over my bed which made the old lady cry even more. The poor nursing staff on that ward .

Oh and we call it the " pooambulator" . You know that tight walk you do when you really need to go...as in "oh look, Dorothys doing the pooabulator"

I've pretty much had your experience OP. In car on holiday with friend, dc in back, chronic onset of IBS and also ended up taking a dump on the side of the road, shielded by the car. Oh the shame!

"Do MNers really report a thread like this rather than simply ignore it?

"I think they're either overestimating their interest for the world at large or simply enjoy dobbing!"

No, they just remember previous threads. But MNHQ have stated that there is no reason to think this is the notorious, longterm and multiply appearing poo troll, so there is no need to report again.

SprinkleOfInsanity -Your poor thing! That sounds awful but so funny too

No story here OP but can I just say there is NO WAY I'd feel anything but fellow mortification for you! We all poo! We've all had a dicky tum and even if we haven't faced our own personal Poo Waterloo yet we all know it's only down to the luck of the draw.

So sorry you had to go through that! But don't feel bad. Really

As a fellow IBS sufferer I have many poo stories, this weeks involved my son. We had been shopping and were walking home when he declared he needed a poo and that it was hurty (he's 3 and fully potty trained). I asked if he could wait until we were home- no mummy its gunna come now.
Well, the only thing I could do was crouch him down over a tissue behind a car, he did his poo and just for luck a wee too- on the tissue therefore shattering my dreams of wrapping it up and popping in in the bin.
Luckily I had a lightbulb moment and emptied the bags we had just bought out fruit and veg in and scooped the lot up and wrapped it up.
We went happily on our way and bumped into an acquaintance (I surreptitiously slipped the bag into my coat pocket) who invited us to the park. The sun came out and it was lovely in the park, until I realised I could smell something bad and my pocket was damp- we made a very swift exit.