I hated school. It was not pleasant. I was teased mercilessly because of my fecal IC whilst in Primary School. My sister was so worried about this that, as I started Year 6, she contacted the social worker about my problems and her worry about my carrying that into high school. I was eventually seen by doctors and psychiatrists, who all suggested to my parents that I was lazy, and there was nothing wrong with me. I even had two doctors in the Childrens Hospital stick fingers up my butt and go yep, things feel ok, and that was that. No xrays, no medical examinations, no nothing. My mum was told by one of those doctors to put me back into nappies, which lasted all of one nappy. I would occasionally get put into a nappy during my Primary School years as punishment by my parents and relatives.
I continued with fecal IC into High School, and also into Uni. By the time I was in Uni, I would often craft a nappy from baby disposables, and wear that. My mum discovered my nappies one day whilst cleaning my room, and discretely told me about them. I told her that I found it easier to wear them and control my fecal IC smearing, than do it in my undies. It never went any further than that.
I slowly grew out of the fecal IC issues as I passed through Uni and afterwards, but until I started wearing nappies for need, I would still occasionally smear. My fecal IC is quite likely to return now I'm back in nappies. I'm slowly discovering that it's easier to evacuate into my nappy than suffer through really painful urges.
I just wish I'd spoken up about what was happening to me each time I had an accident. I never felt the urges/pushes until it was too late.