Posted by JaneCarole Fan on August 06, 2008 at 16:27 [71.166.65.29]
A panty-pooper in the making? You decide...
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Freaked out Father
OK. I think this is the kind of place i'm looking for...
I have a dilemma, folks. Something very strange occurred in my home this past Friday and i was seeking advice on how to deal with it. I think it's best to start from the beginning. I lost my wife several years ago to heart failure and have raised our daughter as a single dad. She's 17 now and is a sharp, mature and beautiful girl. I normally work a 9-5 shift as a security risk consultant for a lot of manufacturing companies. On this particular Friday, I had no meetings and my boss was on vacation, so I figured I'd call it a day around lunch time and just finish up some paperwork at home, I told my assistant she could head out too and I left for home. It felt great to be able to head home at 1 PM on a hot friday. I thought of calling me daughter to let her know, but i just figured she was probably not even home, so i didn't. This was a key decision in the events that were about to take place. I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car and headed inside. I dropped my keys and briefcase next to a table in the foyer that i always do. Then i saw my daughter. She was sitting in a chair in front of the living room TV, looking at me with that deer in the headlights look, wearing just a small t shirt and a pair of cotton pink bikini underwear. she said "what are you doing home!?" with a desperate degree of shock and anger to her voice. I said "nice to see you too!" she stood from the chair and her face was bright red. that's when i noticed the stench. the room clearly smelled of, well, poop. she rushed past me and straight up the stairs, and as i looked at her going up the stairs, the seat of her panties were drooping in the back, they were stained brown, and clearly full of poopie. it took me a minute to realize what the hell was going on. she locked herself in the bathroom. i tried to make sense of what i just saw but could not. in the living room there was an old towel on the chair where she was sitting. this told me that the mess in her underpants was clearly not a stunning accident that my daughter had just as i arrived home. at least she was considerate enough not to mess on the chair. so yeah. my leisurely friday workday that i cut short suddenly wasn't so great anymore. i was left to wonder how often my daughter hangs out at the house home alone and.. poops her panties for fun. so many things started clicking all at once. it started to explain why she is sometimes taking a middle of the afternoon shower when i come home from work, why she constantly, constantly does laundry, and why on the occassion that i take a load of her laundry out of the dryer, it's always underwear (of all the things that belong to my daughter that i constantly must remove from the dryer) and that everytime, at least one of those pairs of underwear looks stained enough for me to ask myself "...can she not wipe herself properly?" now i know that she just doesn't use the toilet properly. or at all. it also brought back a distinct memory. when she was 12 years old, i was called from work to her middle school where she had just started the 6th grade, where i was informed she'd had an accident and i had to take her home. i drove to her school, fairly irritated (i probably wouldn't have been if she was in kindergarten or 1st grade, but you don't expect the wee-wee accident call when your kid is in 6th grade.) when i showed up at her school and met her in the office, fully expecting that she'd wet herself, i found that she'd crapped her underwear, badly. in gym class. she didn't seem too upset about it either. she was embarassed, yeah, but you'd think most preteen girls who did something as horrifying as poop in her pants at school would be catatonic. the drive home was awkward. i didn't know what to do except ask her if she was ok and she just said she was fine, and that she didn't realize how bad she had to go until it was too late. she seemed real casual about it too. now i understand why she was so casual about it. i can't imagine she did that on purpose at school, i believe it was an accident, but she probably didn't mind.
so anyway, i haven't had to guts to ask her about it, but it's really bothering me and things have been extremely awkward between us.
how the hell do i talk about this with her? am i supposed to even? should i ask her what the deal with staying home to poop her panties is or should i just let her be?
any advice would be much appreciated.
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