I also wanted to write about my experience on Wednesday night because that was special. I retired to bed (wife & I are in separate bedrooms at present because I snore loudly - so does she but she won't believe me), dosed myself with Lactulose and put on, first an old pair of underpants lined with two small pads, then another pair of underpants, then a pair of pyjama trousers with a cord, which I tied tightly at the back so they would be hard to take down quickly in case I changed my mind. Lay on the bed and waited. More Lactulose. Waited again. More Lactulose. About half an hour later I felt it coming like a tidal wave, with stomach cramps. I confess I went into the bathroom instead of pooing lying on the bed, and stood up waiting for it to arrive. There were a couple of farts, which I managed to hold back, so I thought "this is ok, I can control it", then 2 HUGE convulsions, and I felt it pouring into my pants. I thought "Maybe that's it", but then there was almost-liquid diarrhoea flowing out of me, and I had no control at all, and I felt guilty, because Pooing in your Pants is Wrong, but amazingly good. When the euphoria had worn off, it was a drag cleaning up, and I was terrified I was going to wake everyone up. I overdid the Lactulose, or took it too fast, because I had diarrhoea and stomach cramps for the next 24 hours, but I think I'll do it again some time.