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Posted 3/9/2012 2:08 AM (GMT 0)
Oh I have quite a few....and i am NOT holding back!

1.  During college class, my stomach (or colon or whatever!) decided to make the LONGEST, LOUDEST noise while the class was quite.  My teacher even commented, "wow, somebody must be really, really hungry!".  Haha, I still wonder today if anybody knew that the sound was coming from me!

2.  While I was at work one day, I had the sudden urge to rush to the bathroom.  As soon as I walked into the bathroom, I was in trouble and got a little bit of bowl droppings on me.  I cleaned myself up as best as I could and because I didn't have a change of clothes that day, had to finish the day as best I could.  Thank god I was wearing black pants and had spray.  lol (lesson learned--ALWAYS keep an extra pair of pants and a towel on you whereever you go!)

3.  Same thing happened as before at work, but this time I had an extra pair of pants in my car.  Except, because it was really bad this time, I couldn't even leave the bathroom stall. I had to wait for another female co-worker to find me who could go out to my car and get the pants for me! 

4.  Pretty much anytime I am in a public restroom and have to use it...I feel embarrassed, but then I think, "hey, who cares...I will probably never see these people again and really no one will remember it the next day but me, so let it go (literally)!"

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Ulcerative Colitis for 10+ years

Diagnosed at age 17

Currently taking Lialda 4x/day, Mesalima Enemas (thanks everyone who suggested enemas because they are the second best thing to steroids for me!), Probiotics, Multivitamin, Fish Oil, B-Complex vitamins

Posted 3/9/2012 3:47 PM (GMT 0)
I guess I am "lucky" in that my accidents all happened at home. Not really luck, now that I think of it, since during the worst of my flare I rarely ever left home. Anyway, I can't imagine coping with accidents at work, it's embarrassing enough at home. Having to tell my husband not to go in the bathroom because I pooped all over the floor. Or in the shower and now the drain needs to be plunged. Poor hubby had to plunge the shower twice due to my accidents... Never complained, I give him a lot of credit for that. I really should remember how awesome he was during all that when I get irritated with him, LOL.
Posted 3/10/2012 1:22 AM (GMT 0)
Currently the most embarrassing is having to beat on the bathroom door of my 17 year old son one morning and literally throwing him out in the hallway so I could use the toilet since my hubby was occupying the only other toilet in our house.

Poor kid....just about go to see his crazy mom poop herself.
Posted 3/10/2012 2:37 AM (GMT 0)
Most embarassing one happened this past Jan. Took my wife to a follow-up appointment to her surgeon at a hospital. While waiting for her in the waiting area I had to use the men's room. Just as I walked out and got back to the waiting area, I had to go again. This time the urge was pretty intense. I ran back to the mens room but the single stall was occupied. I quickly searched the floor for another mens room but found none. I found a ladies room, opened the door and asked if anyone was in there. Hearing no answer, I ran in and had a bad accident just as I was dropping my pants over the toilet. It was really bad. I cleaned up as best I could but left quickly to find my car, where I keep a change of clothes. After I changed, I came back up to the waiting area to find my wife. As I passed the ladies room there was a big sign on the door "Do Not Use - Needs Cleaning". I felt really really bad for having just messed up a ladies room.
Posted 3/10/2012 2:46 AM (GMT 0)
EarthSciene - for number three. Maybe keep a sweater with you and then you can tie it around your waist to walk to your car? lol
italo - LOL
I guess my most embarrassing time would be when I almost pooped my pants dropping my boyfriend off at his house after we went out (and I farted the whole way there). (That wasn't the worst part, as he'd almost crapped his pants the weekend before... one word- doughnuts. And he doesn't even have UC.) The bad part was when I ran into my house, shot up the stairs, and locked myself in the bathroom, with my dad screaming up the stairs, "Hey! HEY! ARE YOU OKAY? DID HE DO SOMETHING? IS SOMETHING WRONG? HEY! DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?"

My dad thought my boyfriend had dumped me! He was ready to go beat somebody up, and just because I had to poop really, really bad.
Posted 3/10/2012 2:50 AM (GMT 0)
I'd say my worst one happened at work. I was sitting at my desk, which is very far away from a bathroom (downstairs), and I was getting cramps. I figured it would pass but it ended up being a huge poop. I crapped my pants right at my desk and I didn't even know what to do. I wanted to cry but I ended up walking down the stairs really oddly and trying not to let anything fall out. I made it to the lockerroom and cleaned myself as much as I could. I didn't have a change of clothes and didn't wanna sit in my crap for another 6 hours. I told my boss that I had thrown up in the bathroom and had to go home. I didn't wanna say what really happened because I was so embarassed.
Posted 3/10/2012 3:35 AM (GMT 0)
I have an hour ride to work and wouldn't you know it, 5 min. before I get there I have this incredible urge to go. I tried to hold it. I work the night shift and was driving on a back road so I just stopped the car and ran to the side of the road and dropped my pants and prayed another car didn't drive by. It worked. BUT two months later, same road and I wasn't so lucky. I had to drive all the way home and change. :( I hate this disease.
Posted 3/10/2012 3:44 AM (GMT 0)
Running to the bathroom at work, all the stalls taken, there is only one bathroom per floor and I knew I wouldn't make it to another floor without having an accident in the hallway, so better to have the accident then and there and clean up once a stall opened up, then my manager's manager walks in, I'm standing there by the sinks with my legs crossed sweating and shaking and trying to hold it, and I mean it's basically already out and my "squeezed cheeks" are holding it in, and he wants to have a conversation, and even moving my mouth would be enough for me to lose it, so I'm nodding my head as he's trying to ask me serious questions, and I'm not sure if he realizes what's going on or not, then I hear a flush so I make my move, but the guy in there is taking his sweet time closing up shop as I'm about to bust the stall door down, and the big boss goes to use a urinal and he's still chatting away, then it just starts coming out, and the stars must have been aligned because it was silent. I'm STILL getting spoken to, nodding back, and he says, "everything OK?". Does it LOOK like everything's OK (to this day I'm not sure if I said that aloud or not), as I was standing there with what must have been a look of absolute desperaton, as I was in light slacks that day. I'm not sure if I said anything else or not, as another stall opens up and I shot in to clean up (ditched the underwear). Avoided him like the plague for the next week :)
Posted 3/10/2012 4:17 AM (GMT 0)
I hate to ask this but I've had these same embarrassing situations, I haven't been diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, just IBS and divicticulitis, so could those dx cause this problem also, It doesn't matter where, what or when I eat, I better be so close to the bathroom or else, I'm in a mess. I've had a colonoscopy 5 or more years ago and got the dx I have, I haven't had another one done, also could some meds cause this problem? any info would be appreciated.
Posted 3/10/2012 10:25 AM (GMT 0)
This one was the most embarrassing.

My mom and MIL were visiting us in Sweden. Since cruise liners have just started in India, they were curious, what the heck is that and why its so expensive. I decided to take them on an overnight cruise to Estonian capital of Tallinn. It gives you a day long stay in the capital so that you can roam around. I knew my issues so was using restroom as best as I could.
First half of the day was fine. We had lunch and then we were roaming in the old town. We were probably only brown skinned tourists in the old town so many of the Estonians were looking at us as if "Oh, we've got visitors from Mars". As we were in the middle of the town, I got this super strong urge that I could not resist. I went to Tourist center to ask for the restroom and she just gesticulated (and asked me if I could fill up a visitor form as they were doing some kinda statistics on tourists). Ignoring the form, I ran out looking for restroom, guess what, restroom nowhere to be found. I told my company the problem and we started walking out of the old town. Luckily, I managed to hold. As we walked for 5 minutes, I found mobile toilet, I literally ran, to notice, there is no paper in there. I came back running asking for the paper, got the paper and ran again. As I 'bombed' the toilet, my mom and MIL stood worried a block away. When I finished the 'job', MIL goes, if its this worse, why don't you do something about it? I just said that I am planning surgery soon.

But the good part is, since then my in-laws really understood gravity of my situation.
Posted 3/10/2012 6:59 PM (GMT 0)
I've more "crapped my pants" stories than I can remember. A few gems:

My best friend and one of her buddies came down to visit me while I was in grad school. One morning, as we're all getting ready for the day, my friend's friend was taking a shower in my one and only bathroom when the urge to "go" hit me. I was in a dead panic for about 10 seconds figuring out how not to crap myself and how not to embarrass myself in front of this gal I didn't really know by barging into the bathroom and taking an atrociously smelly and loud dump while she's essentially stuck in the shower. I decided I couldn't bear that kind of situation, so I pulled the garbage can out from under the sink, practically ripped off my pants and let go...every second of this in front of my best friend who is just standing there completely motionless watching in horror. I don't know if it was her expression, my own release of tension, the sounds, the smell or the whole situation altogether, but I just started laughing uncontrollably until I cried. I was tidying up by the time the other gal came out of the shower. Her first words: "OMG it smells like crap" in here!" Happy ending: it was an easy clean up as the garbage can was bagged and we all laugh about this story now.

Another time, I was with my boyfriend visiting a buddy of his for a week in France. My boyfriend and I had our own room and the bathroom was down the hall right in front of his friend's bedroom. So, it's the middle of the night and I wake up with a start due to a crazy urge to go to the toilet. I'm not at all familiar with the room and don't remember where the light switch is, so I'm freaking out trying to find the way out of the room when I realize I have an unpleasant decision to make. By now I know I won't make it to the toilet in time - I'll lose it in the hall or, if I manage to get closer to the toilet, there'll be a huge explosive mess to clean up in the bathroom - none of which will make it into the actually toilet. So I resigned myself to my fate and let it happen...all over the floor in the bedroom. LUCKY, lucky, lucky me, it was a tile floor so clean up wasn't complicated. Not so lucky - all the racket I made woke my boyfriend up and he had to come to terms with seeing me in a squat with a huge pool of unsightliness beneath me. Poor guy. No one wants to wake up to that. This wasn't (at the time) a laughable situation for me. I was mortified beyond description and what made it worse, is that my boyfriend thought that I just opted to use the floor as a bathroom because I felt like it - versus this actually being a very "strategic" decision on my part given the nature of the situation and considering the other options.
Posted 3/11/2012 3:25 AM (GMT 0)
I had to go so bad in high school that I had to go in the girls bathroom while there were other girls in there. (boys were locked because of smoking). Made for a good story...principal was not happy, had to explain...Luckily, my mom was a teacher there.
Posted 3/11/2012 3:33 PM (GMT 0)
Before I was even diagnosed, I was having problems. I worked at an amusement park, and my uniform was a yellow pair of short overalls. the first three times I had problems, I was either close enough to my break area that I could get back without any guests seeing me, or I had my rain suit on over my uniform. The last time, my team lead had to bring me my bookbag. After that, I decided I didn't want to have to go through that again, so I quit. And after that, I messed up several bathrooms in Ohio and Michigan and threw away several pairs of underpants. At that point, I would just go straight home and get in the shower, clothes and all.

And after I was diagnosed, I still had accidents, but most of them were just at home because I couldn't get to the bathroom in time. When I'm visiting my fiance, the one part of the day I hate the most is when his dad is in the shower. They only have one bathroom, and it's hard enough for me to go in there when my FIANCE is in the shower, let alone when his dad is. To add insult to injury, just the fact that I'm within sight of his father is enough to cause me problems if I'm having a bad day, because his dad scares me.
Posted 3/12/2012 2:28 AM (GMT 0)
Aghhh...I am so sorry to here all of these stories but at least we can share them and relate to each other...and hopefully, when they find a cure one day....we can look back and laugh at these aweful "crap my pants" stories!
Posted 3/13/2012 7:28 PM (GMT 0)
I also have too many accident stories to even begin sharing. So many accidents at work, at home, at the grocery store, Walgreens, in the car, etc. I have had a solid year of pooping liquid while waiting for a diagnosis (which I just got yesterday). I don't go anywhere without extra undies and cleanup supplies in my purse, and I always have an extra set of clothes at work and in the car. My extra set of clothes now also includes socks and shoes, since I learned my lesson the hard way. Hence, my name on this site. :-)
Posted 3/13/2012 7:42 PM (GMT 0)

Yep, I have a lot of accident stories as well. The most embarrassing one for me (because I can totally remember it!) was about five years ago and it was Christmas morning. The evening before I was feeling pretty well so I indulged in red wine, beef, homemade carmels, cookies -- well everything that would make me turn upside down. The next morning I was in the bathroom making horrendous gas noises and had intensive d -- and I could hear my family outside the door giggling. I was mortified at the time, but I can still laugh about it now because it was really my fault for eating so poorly.

My other one is walking out of a Kaiser pharmacy with two huge bags (that I could hardly see over) of enemas. Everyone was laughing...and so was I. Oh well -- life with UC!

Posted 3/13/2012 7:43 PM (GMT 0)
I was working in a lab for a summer once, and I had really bad gas all summer. I was farting into the same chair over and over. After a couple months of this, one of the guys says "Does anyone know where that awful smell is coming from?" And the whole lab starts walking around looking for the source (my cursed chair.) I was so incredibly embarrassed I got up and pretended to look with them.
Posted 3/13/2012 7:49 PM (GMT 0)
That's a good one UCinGV! I'll have to remember to do that :-)

Posted 3/13/2012 8:30 PM (GMT 0)
I have a lot of mortifying stories of passing gas that I thought would be silent that ended up being quite loud in public places but I've been lucky with accidents. My worst situations have always happened at home. I have a story about my boyfriend who doesn't have UC. We were driving in the car and there was no where to stop. I was driving. He didn't tell me the situation was dire. He was being whiney and complaining that his stomach hurt but he didn't ask me to pull over or look for a bathroom, plus, he doesn't have any IBD/IBS so I figured he was fine - don't get me wrong, if he said he may have an accident, I would have found him a bathroom. Long story short, he suddenly stops complaining and I assume everything is better. Since he seemed fine, I insisted we go to the drugstore to pick up some stuff. We go in the store, shop, pay, and drive home. When we got home, he goes to the bathroom and it turns out, he had been walking around with a stain on the back of his pants! We laughed so hard I nearly cried. Luckily it wasn't bad enough to get in the car upolstery.
Posted 3/14/2012 1:17 AM (GMT 0)
My first accident was my worst!

I had just had a wonderfully romantic dinner with my husband and we were walking home. I was feeling great about my UC and the weight I had lost since going on Prednisone that I had bought a pair of super tight, skinny jeans...in WHITE. You all know where this is going. I started feeling the ache, the cramping and then then pain. I really just wanted to have a toot but I knew that it was going to be all over right there in my new white jeans in the middle of the street. By the time I got to the front door of my building it was all over and I just let loose. So close, yet so far. I had to pass my doorman while I tried to walk knock-kneed so the poop would not crawl down my leg. Then I had to stand in the elevator with my husband who knew what had happened and was dumbfounded and 2 neighbors who were laughing and cajoling after a night out. I crawled into the bathroom and tried to peel down these white jeans covered in poop. I was sobbing and asking my hubbie for a garbage bag through the door because I knew there was no hope in washing them clean. I can laugh about that night now but at the time I thought i would never survive. That was 7 years ago!
Posted 3/14/2012 2:16 AM (GMT 0)
Oh man these are so mortifying/hilarious! Knock on wood, I've only had a handful of accidents. The worst one happened when my husband and 2 kids decided to go for a walk to the park after dinner. We got halfway there when I knew I had to go. We were on a busy trail with all the familiar people we see and I was in khaki shorts. I started to turn around to go home when it happened. I was freaking out on the inside and made my husband walk directly behind me. My 2 year old was so upset we turned around he was screaming the whole time and that just drew more attention. My husband kept saying "Don't worry, I can't see anything." But I thought he was lying. Luckily when I got home I saw it was mostly mucous so he was right. I cried alot that night.
Posted 3/14/2012 2:38 AM (GMT 0)
I have not been officially diagnosed yet, but have my appt soon. I have been diagnosed with IBS for over 28 yrs but had that under control for a while before my first big accident about 10 yrs ago.

I had a commute to work - about an hour. I was in a suit with nylons/heels and all. about a mile from work, literally with no warning, not a stomach twinge, nothing, I felt this warmth. Then it kept coming.

I realize that I had totally emptied my bowels - OMG, the horror. I did not know what to do. I couldn't even pull into a gas station to ask for a key to the restroom. I was mortified.

I drove all the way home in tears. Thank goodness for pantyhose. They sort of acted like a barrier to some degree.

A few years later, I was sitting on my patio and again, no notice until the VERY last second. I pretty much went everywhere, ran inside afraid I was going to leave a trail - flew into the shower. For about two weeks, I had maybe 45 seconds to get to the bathroom once I felt something. Needless to say there were many many accidents.

This past summer I was outside again (thankfully backyard), had loose gym shorts on and thought "uh-oh". Yep, there I went. There was no point in running anywhere. I just kept going and didn't bother trying to hold it cause it was no use. I had to hose myself and the patio off. I was disgusted.

This time it started the same way, one big huge accident. However now it's lasted for many many weeks along with horrible pain all the time. It is more than IBS. There is obviously some inflammation. I see a GI tomorrow.

I am absolutely scared to death to have an accident away from home. I don't know what I would do. I haven't been able to work because of this. 

Posted 3/14/2012 5:55 PM (GMT 0)
Many years ago I had developed hemorroids and had been putting rectal cream several times a day.

I had to go to traffic court and contest a ticket. I went to the bathroom and to my horror felt the cream go through the underwear and pants and there was this 6 inch wet circle in my pants rear end.

When I was sitting at the court I was sweating bullets that I was going to stand before the judge and have 50 people looking at my butt. I was desperately trying to plead guilty and avoid getting up but the proceedings were in progress and there was nobody to talk to...

When my time came, got up and walked with my greased up rear end, before anyone asked anything I said GUILTY, but the judge still asked who my name was to make sure they got the right person. Little did the judge know what was happening on the other side of the courtroom.

Lessons learned:

1) Drive carefully, obey all laws, avoid going to the court room
2) If you get there anyways, do not put any creams, clear out your bowels, and walk forward with your head up high with a dry butt and FIGHT !
Posted 3/15/2012 8:13 PM (GMT 0)
I've had some accidents and my boyfriend's had just as many (I'm beginning to rethink the possibility of using him for a FT donor). When I was at school, I was texting him telling him to be ready, because when I got home we were going to Meijer and I didn't want to have shut my car off. I banged on the door and nothing happened. I was really mad and I went to the bedroom and threw the door open and said, "HEY!" (I was mad because he's always sleeping when I want to go do something lol). He said, "I'm sick!" and I thought he was being a sissy so I gave him that look like, come on. Then he was like, "I pooped in the bed." I said, "Really?" I was kinda dumbfounded. Then he goes, "And then in my pants." I'm so glad I didn't catch whatever bug that was.

Another time, this isn't poop related, but he took a Zicam on an empty stomach, after I warned him not to. All of a sudden on the way to school he goes, "I'm gonna throw up." I pulled over (on Grand River, which was very busy, lots of students walking around), and frantically tried to open the door, but it was locked. I leaned back and hit the button but by the time I did that he'd puked all over the inside of the car. Good thing it was leather upholstery. But I cleaned it up. Because I'm a good girlfriend =p

And, back to poop, every time I eat chicken giardino at the Olive Garden I poop my pants, even before UC. So, I don't go there anymore.
Posted 4/10/2012 6:34 PM (GMT 0)
these are so horribly/hilarious!!! i am so in need of a good relatable laugh!!! i have had accidents and close calls .... and there not far enough in the past for me to laugh at yet! but my last one was quite a "clean up" at work.... luckily was wearing dark corderoy pants which helped containment! but ughhh. i am sure the ladies outside of stall were interested in what was happening with me changing in there and i used all the toilet seat covers for helping in the clean up.... and me running back in forth when i detected no one was in there to get wet paper towels!
seriously though sorry everyone UC/ibs/crohns whatever it all sucks ! but i just laughed till i cried!
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