Posted 8/29/2014 1:39 AM (GMT 0)
I had a similar experience many years ago as a college student. I was about 90 minutes from home and as my symptoms worsened and doctors continued to tell me that nothing was wrong (though they eventually said I had IBS), my anxiety about having constant urgency started to become a problem. One year, I was unable to drive home for Easter weekend and my parents were ticked (they thought I just wanted to say at college with my boyfriend...they didn't yet understand what I was really dealing with medically.) I was already to the point where it was hard for me to go anywhere off-campus because where was the nearest restroom? would I be lucky enough to find a private stall or would I have to "download" in front of an audience? I knew a 90 minute drive would be a huge problem (lots of nothing between college town and hometown. Corn fields are not the best places to find public restrooms!
It got to the point where I was having panic attacks and didn't want to go to the mall because the nearest bathroom might be 6 stores away. My logical mind knew I had to get over the anxiety, but my emotional mind was screaming "something is wrong and i'm going to keep making you miserable until you figure out how to make me better!"
So here's what needed to happen before I could get back on track, stop the panic attacks, and lead a relatively normal life:
1) I needed a plan, and I needed to feel like there were some days where my symptoms were under control. My anxiety actually motivated me to keep going to doctors and pushing until they came up with a diagnosis and gave me some pointers on how to live more comfortably. That doesn't mean things were always great, but it meant that I felt I had some sort of control / influence over my own health situation.
2) To get over the emotional part of it, I had to play the "what if" game....all the way out. I was afraid of going to Target because the bathrooms were in the corner of the store, and sometimes that was a long walk? Ok, what would happen if I pooped my pants? Maybe it wouldn't be super noticeable and I could make for the door asap, come home and change. Maybe it WOULD be super noticeable, run down my leg and onto the floor. Well, then what? Would people scream at me, try to embarrass me, or just look at me like I'm a disgusting monster? I would guess that the vast majority of people would be very empathetic in a situation like that, and would do whatever they could to help me. So the two worst outcomes I could think of were that I'd either run quickly out the door and go home, or feel a little embarrassed and probably have some wonderful stranger try their best to get me whatever help I needed. When I took the "what ifs" all the way through, it ended the game of panic, because I just couldn't think of any scenarios where the "worst possible thing" would be all that terrible.
To put myself in your shoes....what's the worst that could happen on that morning commute? You feel urgency and have to stop multiple times....so you're late to work. (not terrible) You feel urgency in a place that is not near an accessible restroom and you poop in the car. (not so fun, but also not the end of the world.) Pack extra bottoms in a plastic bag with diaper wipes so, worst case scenario, you can pull over somewhere out of the way, change out of your crappy pants, clean up and put on new ones. Then either go on to work or go home, clean up, and let your boss know that you tried to come into work, but you're feeling so terrible you had to go back home.
One other thought - do you drink coffee or tea in the morning? Caffiene is a stimulant that can make the poop happen. If you normally start your day with caffeine, maybe try some juice or water for a week and see if you notice any difference.
You can do this - you had a scary experience and now you're a little spooked. It'll take some time for you to trust your body again. Just remember that the very worst case scenarios here do not have anything to do with public mockery, your life being ruined, or your world coming to an end. When you keep it in that perspective, you'll be amazed at how quickly the anxiety can go away.
I wish you the best!