Posted by Accidental Tourist on October 06, 2000 at 12:12
In the spirit of HD Cleaner's reposts on the poop board, I wanted to share what I think is my all time favorite from the Toilet at griot.net. If "Newbie" ever visits this board, I would love to meet her.
Newbie
Re: Childhood wetting experience. I was about 7, out of school for vacation or too much snow. I was sledding with many neighborhood kids on the steep hill of a street a couple blocks from home. I was out for a long time, using my blue plastic sled... the kind that is flexible, you can roll it up. Sledding was very exciting... I didn't pay any attention to my urge to urinate. ("Tinkle" was the noun & verb in my family, but I really dislike that term now. Then, too.) I probably held it in for quite some time... although I really was "old enough" (whatever that means) to know better, and hadn't had other accidents in recent memory, it happened at the bottom of the hill. I slid in to a stop in a snowbank on the edge of the street. No other kids were around. I was laying on my tummy on the sled. If I had tried to hold my urine in it would not have been successful for long. But I didn't really try to hold it -- just felt a strong urge and sort of let it go. Not having much experience wetting my pants, I didn't really think it would be a big deal, I remember as the flow started I thought to myself that it would just sort of soak through my clothes and, if I got off the sled, into the ground and sort of disappear. I didn't even realize at first what I was doing, then I realized, I'm wetting my pants... and that this was something that kids my age weren't supposed to do, only maybe if you were running for the bathroom and couldn't make it (happened only once I think, age 5, I'll post later). But I hadn't even been thinking about using the toilet. I urinated in my pants for quite some time, and it pooled up in my stomach and thigh area because I was wearing snowpants (overall type, fastened up over my shoulders with the heavy coat over all. I couldn't have gotten out of all that if I'd even thought to relieve myself outdoors, which I didn't know how to do). I lay there for a minute, then got up to climb back up the hill. That's when the cons! equences set in... all the urine (maybe 2 quarts? is that unlikely?) ran down, wetting my blue jeans underneath the snow suit. That's when I really got the "wetting my pants" sensation, even though I had stopped urinating. I seem to recall a feeling of injustice... after all, I'd already done the deed, it was over with; why should pee be running down my legs uncontrollaby *now*? So I went back up to continue sledding... one of the neighbor girls, quite mean all through my childhood, came and whispered at me "Did you wet your pants?" I said, "No," as if she'd asked the most ridiculous thing. She whispered, "Yes you did, I can SEE it." Not really mean that time, maybe trying to do me a favor by telling me discreetly. Her sister wouldn't let me take a ride on her sled because I wet. I went home some time later. My mother helped me out of my snow gear... Didn't have to get any further than the boots before exclaiming "You're soaking wet!" as though maybe I'd fallen in a ! pool or something... then realized, and whispered "Did you wet your pants?" I denied it... she said "Yes you did. I can tell." I said how can you tell, she said she just could -- but finally said she could smell it. Next snow, I was about to bundle up, and she came and whispered to me did I want to wear diapers, she still had them from when I was a baby. I became very indignant and insulted... after all, we had had Xmas and maybe a New Year since my little accident, it was ages ago, how dare she imply that I might not take care of my toileting according to training. She became almost tearful and said she didn't want me to get sick from being in wet clothes... which didn't make me accept her offer of diapers, just guilted me into being damn sure I *never* wet my pants again. (Until I started carefully orchestrated experimentation a few years later... not the same as accidents though. More later.) A real shame, now that I'm 25 and have a full-on fetish with the whole thing and have fondly recalled the previous experience uncountable times. I'm envious of stories of people who were forced/allowed to be diapered after babyhood, and here I had my chance and blew it. It's too bad that my sense of dignity flared up at that moment; at that age I was already wrapping the bedsheets around my pelvis at night, pretending they were diapers (but never wetting). I would have loved to have worn diapers in my snowsuit. How different would I be today if I had said, "Thanks, Mommy..." (I am a woman.)