Urge incontinence doesn't take-well to tapping the 'HOLD' button!
Now, usually, if I feel the warning signs, I can take steps to heed them. Be that as it may, sometimes I find myself in social situations where I have to make a decision about seeming 'Rude' by suddenly departing/leaving, or even worse, having my situation realized as I 'Loose it', and (God forbid), the sounds/smell is detected by the people nearby.
For that reason(s), I live a solitary life, and rarely socialize. When planning a trip into town for groceries, and stuff, I fast for twelve hours, and then take precautions with wearing, so that if I SHOULD have an accident, it'll be minor and easily contained.
Such is the life of someone who is IC.
However, for neighbors?
I'm something of a hermit, even with them. Sure, I'll smile and wave, share cordial greets and comments, but I'm ever leery (Of my own situation), and don't linger. I have work to do, animals to feed, etc. Nice to see you, bye! That sort of thing.
Just yesterday, I was invited to a BBQ. Eating. Food. Lots of food. Fasted, took the usual precautions (double-dosed on the Loparamide), etc.. Had fun, cooked, prepared stuff, interacted. Laughed and shared stories. Sat down and enjoyed a VERY wonderful meal. Ate my fill, and then some! (YOU fast for 16 hours, and see how well you restrict yourself to tiny portions!?).
All was well, till I stood up to take plates to the kitchen.
That blaring alarm in Star Trek (others), flashing red and echoing in your ears as it screams *Danger, Will Rodgers, Danger* (Arms flailing and everything).
I HAVE to leave, NOW!...
Waving, muttering an incoherent jumble of words, last of which is- "Will call you soon! Thx, bye, g-night!" Making for the door!
Hostess steps in front, being 'Nice', telling me to sit down and relax, dessert still has to be served, after all!...
How many have stood there, trembling, as they loose control and slowly evacuate into their diapers...
Smiling, nodding, offering cordial replies, still edging for the door, 'ESCAPE' all I can think about!?
I don't know if she/other folks, 'Knew', or not? My posture, intense expression of absolute terror/shame? Smell?
Sometimes, now more-often, I think about just heading into the back country, forever.