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I couldn't come up with any better title, anyway I would like to discuss the matter of bladder control. If you think it's a taboo then don't read any further.

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When I was a toddler, I often didn't want to go potty. Especially if we were in a hurry and I didn't want to go out, I could go hiding and do it on the floor. There was a photo of me having dropped a poop under the table. (Mom later said that she has destroyed that photo.) I see it as some sort of a protest.

When I was 5 or 6, we had just moved to a new house and I was playing outside a lot, I could get so absorbed in playing that I didn't notice I need to go before it happened. Then I went home crying.

When I started school at age 7, I still couldn't totally control my bladder. It was more than once that I didn't feel a need to go when it was time to start walking home but then wet my pants on the way home. Once I was going to afternoon club (sort of a daycare) because my mom was too tired to have me home all afternoon, and on the way there I started feeling like I really need to pee. I got to the toilet but then I was in such a hurry that I forgot to pull my pants down before sitting down. Then I had to wear borrowed pants (I remember they were purplish red, something like mauve taupe) before mom could come over and bring me new clothes. I remember feeling very embarrassed.

I think I was 8 when I finally learned to be dry. My brother was also a bed wetter for long. He slept so soundly that dad had to wake him up in the middle of the night to take him to the toilet. Maybe it runs in the family.

When I was about 19, maybe a week before my birthday, I was having some sort of a dream of being in the toilet and then I woke up to notice I'd just wet my bed. That was weird. I was going through a lot of emotional stuff then, trying to find a boyfriend and going out with several candidates. I think that had something to do with it.


Please share your story so that I don't have to feel like a freak.

SekoETC wrote:I got to the toilet but then I was in such a hurry that I forgot to pull my pants down before sitting down.

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no offense but that is so funny...When i was younger i used to hold on the poop and such just because i was playing...but i never really forgot. Just ignored...

I remember wetting my pants very early on in school, as I was too scared too ask to go to the toilet.
And once as a teenager I had a similar dream to Seko.
These days, if I am asleep and want a pee, my dreams have me trying in vain to find somewhere suitable to go... sometimes I do find somewhere, and relieve myself... but thankfully, it's only been in the dream, and I haven't wet the bed, but obviously have to get to the toilet sharpish when I do awaken.

Heh, reminds me of the time of how I don't tend to use high school bathrooms, which is only, what, six months ago. That maybe only because I never feel the need to pee until I started walking home, making me walk faster, sometimes to the point of running, only to find out that I forgot to bring my home keys in the first place, resorting to banging the front door and ringing the doorbell multiple times until I decided to find myself a tree in full view of a next door home. It was from that point on that I got used to going before walking home, and bringing my keys, heh, obviously.

Another point in time; back in elementary: asked the teacher to take a crap in the school bathroom, then came back realizing that I now need to pee. When I asked the teacher, she notified that I already went to the bathroom, which made me think that I'm not allowed another bathroom break. I guess I could've insisted that I really do need to go, but I passively went along with this thought and held it in until it went all over my desk chair and the carpet floor. I've a mind to clean it up as much as I could with paper towels, remembering all those silent faces looking at me. Embarrassing...

lol That's just hilarious Leo. XD
Nowadays if I'm doing something important on the computer (well, games related) I sometimes hold back pee until it feels like my bladder is about to burst. It feels very relieving to finally go to the toilet but I don't think it's healthy to hold that long.

That's hillarious. All of it.

When I was younger I hated to go inside to pee. It took too long to go up two flights of stairs and interupted my playing, so I would just go outdoors between my house and the neighbors house. I remember getting in all sorts of trouble when my sister told on me.

It's strange, because I could pee like mad outside when I was younger, these days I'm not much of a squatter and I always end up peeing on myself somehow. We go out camping and someone says, "Well just go behind a bush or a tree, noone's gonna see." And I'm like, "But you dont' understand...What if I pee on my pants?"


And I have also had that same type of problem, having to go really bad when I was younger and I'd rush to the bathroom and make it there, sit down, only to realize someone had put the damn lid down and I'm half asleep so of course I don't realize it until it's too late.



I know this woman who was getting picked up from the airport once, and she was telling me her friend arrived and he said, "Oh good! I found you. Don't ask me to get out of the car and don't ask me for a hug." She's like, "Okay" and throws her stuff in the trunk, gets in the car and she sees that his pants are wet. She wants to know why and of course he's like, "Oh. Don't even ask." Here, he'd got stuck in traffic and had to pee and there was nowhere to go obviously, so he'd grabbed a soda bottle, only there was more pee than would fit in the soda bottle. He was like, "It just started running everywhere, so here I am, stuck in traffic pinching the end of my ding dong trying to get it to stop!" Course it's much funnier story with all her animations but still...

When I was six, the school had all of the kids gather in the playground before the bell rang, so that they didn't have us running all over the halls causing trouble. I had to poop really really bad one morning, and asked if I could go inside to use the bathroom. I was told I would have to hold it just like everybody else until the bell rang.

Unfortunately, my seal couldn't hold that long, and I dropped the poop in my tighty-whities.

I went the whole day with that turd caked to my backside and smelling like a barnyard. When I got home, I had been with it so long, I figured another few hours before my evening bath wouldn't make any difference, so I sat down and watched afternoon cartoons, still smelling like a sewer.

Halfway through GI Joe, my mom came in the room and took a whiff. She was completely beside herself, and couldn't believe that I went the entire day smelling like that. She marched me angrily to the bathroom and drop my pants, kneel pants-less in front of the toilet and rinse my underwear in the toilet, all the while scolding me about not taking care of myself properly even if it was an accident.

She still tells the story to this day...

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The last time I remember wetting the bed was probably when I was 19 as well. I think I was dreaming that I was on a roadtrip or something, trying to reach the next interstate rest stop. Wherever it was, I was sprinting into the bathroom in desperation, unloading at the urinal. However, instead of bubbling happily into the bowl, I was shocked when the pee stream was reflected back at me like it was bouncing off a forcefield or someone had covered the toilet with shrink-wrap. It brought an odd, warm, comforting feeling though.

When I woke up, I think I had unloaded about a gallon of pee into my sheets and had a lot of sheepish cleanup to do. I sure was relaxed, though.

Not been one for wetting the bed, but as a guy it's rather embarrassing that I can't pee standing up any more. I either can't do it at all, or it sprays everywhere. Result of the accident you all know about.

*coughs*

*looks to the left...*
*looks to the right....*

I dun wanna talk about it.

Last time I wet myself was about 6 months ago. I had been out partying all night, and I was smart and didn't drive. But somewhere between me arriving and getting donkey kong drunk, I lost my driver. Long story short: I wandered around for a while (I assume, since I made it about a mile away from the bar) and ended up passing out in someones yard. I don't know if anyone lived there, but I slept until around 9 am. A guy walking his dog woke me up. Luckly, I was tucked by some bushes so no one bad could see me.

Haven't really partied since then.

I do believe this problem runs in genetics. I have a few relatives that had this problem when they were younger. I myself had this problem which was very embarrassing for me when I was younger. I only remember one or two occassions of peeing my pants while I was awake, but sleep was a different matter. I've never found out what the cause was in my personal case. I've been told it was probably due to an enlarged bladder.

As a young boy (and later, not so young) nighttime was my nightmare, because I couldn't seem to control my bladder. I would go to sleep and wake up in a wet bed. For several years it would happen almost everyday, but then it became weekly, monthly, yearly, and finally none at all. I really couldn't help it. I wouldn't even realize I was doing it. My parents tried everything from telling me not to drink any liquids before bed to rewarding me with a toy for nights that I woke up dry. It just didn't solve my problem.

I was about 10 years old when it finally vanished. I don't know how, I just kept waking up and I would be dry and I would be so proud of myself. I do think that ridicule from my parents and siblings caused me to become overly paranoiac about my problem which led to a problem that I have now, insomnia, which I think is far worse than most of the problems I have had in my life. One of the few things in this world I actually hate is wanting to sleep more than anything, but not being able.