LittleLionBoy said:
Why is everyone thinking I wet myself on purpose? It was on accident. I happened to drink a lot of fluids that day and I even told myself that I would regret it. I don't know why people are trying to gang up on me. It was really embarrassing and everyone on this feed is acting like I enjoyed tons of people staring at me at the theater in my wet pants. I just wanted to share my experience as this feed was titled for.
mikejames said:
because you set it was a "rush" so you're obviously full of shit and not even incontinent. Your tag only says DL and you've never posted in the Incontinence section. You don't have "accidents" if you're not incontinent. It's awesome that we true incon folks have people like you around to make us look bad.
Also due to several flags raised in your little story. You don't list yourself as IC in any capacity, you chose your protection very poorly for the given situation, you were without any supplies in the eventuality of a leak, or even worse you didn't care that you leaked and were absolutely fine with remaining in an oversaturated diaper and wet clothing even after having visited the restroom twice.
I have had an accident in a movie theater, it was the most mortifying experience of my life and I tried everything to clean myself and my seat up while trying to remain inconspicuous...and I was 10. I couldn't even tell you what movie I had seen, but I can remember vividly what I was wearing and that my folks had taken me to a movie I had been excited for...and I pooped my pants halfway through. I had never had that kind of problem before! I instantly took off to the restroom and surveyed the damage with a shattered heart.
I had been wearing teal green sweat pants and GI Joe Undies. The underwear was my downfall as I tried to save them. I had taken them off in the stall and "emptied" them in the toilet and couldn't see anywhere to dispose of them. So, I tried to clean the daylights out of them with TP. When I returned to my seat many many many minutes later I sat one seat over from where I had been, I felt so dirty, shameful, and insecure. I can still clearly see my mothers face in the glow of the theater turn to me with concern and ask if I was alright and why I hadn't sat back down next to her.
I tried to calm my heart during the rest of the movie, but I felt as every single eye was on me. I was afraid everyone knew which was partially confirmed a few minutes later when my mom leaned over to my dad and I heard her faintly whisper that she thought the kid behind us had pooped his pants. There are no words for that awful shame I felt at that time, and how I so wanted to run away right then and there. I tried to go back to the restroom to clean my ruined and disgusting undergarments again. I have no idea why I didn't try to toss them. I wanted to get rid of them, but I thought that was wrong for some reason.
The movie ended shortly afterwards and my horrible secret was discovered on the way back to the car. There was a stain on the back of my pants and my dad spotted it. I broke like an egg hitting the floor with nothing but pure emotion pouring out as I explained what had happened and that I tried to fix it. I didn't want it to happen, it just did! My father gently escorted me to see the manager and stood before him and explained what had happened. He was exceptionally nice and let us into the theater to show him the seat as I was unsure if I had gotten it dirty. It seemed none the worse for wear but I still wiped it down with upholstery cleaner. I rode home a completely broken little boy on a plastic grocery bag.
I was 10 years old and knew that what had happened was not right, I knew then that I had to try and fix it, and if I had had the means to change or leave I would have done one or both of those things from the sheer mortification of it all. You are 21 years old, wet yourself repeatedly due to your own consumption and misuse of your padding, stayed without a care in the world and ENJOYED it. That's why most people aren't taking your story well.
