Accidents at school

[foxkits]

I don't remember the accidents but I had a spare pair of clothes in nurse office. I do remember when I was in the principal office after one such accident. He called my dad.
My pediatrician was working on my wetting problems being a first or second grader the Dr said one thing when I told the principal what the Dr said he thought I was laying
When my dad arrived I don't remember the conversation.
But I was spanked in front of the principal by my dad.then on ride home he talked to me asked if I wanted to be put into diapers.
Back then it was cloth diapers and safety pins plastic pants. This was after I was forced back into diapers for a short time. Some time earlier don't remember when . when my dad asked if I wanted to be put into diapers l did
But was afraid of my dad so I said no . He said I was lazy like he was.
He had wetting problems as a child too. So punish me the same he got.
Some times I regret I said no.
Being a preemie child Doctors said later in my life that nerves were not fully developed and have a lack of nerves in bladder.

 

[featherbutt]

I had tons of accidents at school, but the funniest I remember happened at the begining of my senior pre-school year, when I was 5 years old. I had never used urinals before, and it was really intriguing to see the other boys leave the restroom much quicker than me, as I only used stall toilets. So one day I decided I´d give the urinal a try. I stood up in front of one, thinking that my pee would magically find its way alone and started to let go... I immediately realised my mistake, but it was too late to do anything and I just stood there helplessly peeing myself and watching how my pearl grey pants got noticeably wet with the characteristic pee stain, while cursing at the urinal for not telling me that I needed to get my boy bits out first. My mom was called to pick me up early that day because I was too distressed to go back to class...

Lol. I love that train of thought, thinking that the pee would just magically find its way into the urinal.

"Why isn't this working... huh?"

I like to imagine being put into undies for the first time and not being instructed on how to keep them clean. In my mind, I'd think that since I'm not wearing a diaper pee and poo can't come out, and then be shocked when it does, and I'd need to have the concept of "holding it" explained to me.

 

[oldpppants]

Lol. I love that train of thought, thinking that the pee would just magically find its way into the urinal.

"Why isn't this working... huh?"

I like to imagine being put into undies for the first time and not being instructed on how to keep them clean. In my mind, I'd think that since I'm not wearing a diaper pee and poo can't come out, and then be shocked when it does, and I'd need to have the concept of "holding it" explained to me.

Reminds me of what had to be the first time I wet at night after I stopped wearing diapers to bed; was surprised that my pajamas and the bed were wet.

 

[featherbutt]

Reminds me of what had to be the first time I wet at night after I stopped wearing diapers to bed; was surprised that my pajamas and the bed were wet.

Shocked Pikachu face

Gotta love kid logic.

 

[thatguy46]

In kindergarten we had a bathroom in the classroom. One time i had to go take a #2 really bad but it was occupied so i had to wait. In the process of waiting I lost control and messed my shorts. I basically tried to hide until they came out of the restroom and quickly went in. I thought i may be able to handle the clean up but nope way to bad... cracked open the door, called for the teacher and she had the assistant teacher take over while she escorted me out the back of the classroom and to the front office. There they had a shower, and gave me a pullup and a pair of loaner shorts. Shortly there after my mom came to pick me up. I've always had issues with my need to go #2 going from 0 - 10 in the time it takes to get halfway to the bathroom. Still have issues to this day but haven't gone to the dr for it... probably should tbh now that i think about it. This same situation basically repeated nearly 1x a year through elementary school except i was able to handle the clean up and in a few instances just thew away the under ware, cleaned up and went back about my business.

 

[featherbutt]

Still have issues to this day but haven't gone to the dr for it... probably should tbh now that i think about it.

Do you still have accidents or have you figured out strategies for dealing with it?

 

[thatguy46]

Do you still have accidents or have you figured out strategies for dealing with it?

Still have them. I typically have bad accidents once a year that happen at really inconvenient times.... (9/10 times just leakage not a full release, nothing a half roll of TP couldn't fix. Year before last during Easter dinner on my dads boat... the toilot on the boat wasn't working so I had to head to the restroom near the yacht club on the dock. Welp...i made it 90 of the 100 yards to the bathroom when my stomach decided it had waited too much. Way too much to clean but luckily i had my keys with me which had a multi tool so i could cut the underwear off. Wiped up as best i could, called my dad and said my stomach wasn't feeling good and i had to leave and went home :/. Understandably, he sounded disappointed but understood that a messed up stomach plus being on a boat wasn't a great combo, tho he didn't know about the underwear issue.

Occasionally i get lucky and it happens when im wearing a diaper, so i just take a shower and toss it in the dump. The anxiety i get about going places with busy restrooms or a lack of restrooms is real though... last thing i want to do is be an adult at Disneyland who just browned his pants and somehow has to get out of the park and to their car discreetly...

 

[DinoFrant]

Lol. I love that train of thought, thinking that the pee would just magically find its way into the urinal.

"Why isn't this working... huh?"

I like to imagine being put into undies for the first time and not being instructed on how to keep them clean. In my mind, I'd think that since I'm not wearing a diaper pee and poo can't come out, and then be shocked when it does, and I'd need to have the concept of "holding it" explained to me.

The thing is that I already knew how to hold it, and I knew that I needed to take my pants and undies all the way down so I could use the potty and keep them clean... I had never seen a urinal before in my life and I didn´t know how they worked; I just saw that the other kids stood in front of them and never took their pants or undies down, so I guess that´s why I thought that pee would magically go into the urinal and that´s why I was incredibly surprised when it didn´t work as I had imagined.

Kids´ logic is just wonderful.

 

[DirtyPants]

I had a lot of accidents at school, from elementary school all the way to high school.

In pre-school I would often mess my pants because I was too preoccupied with whatever activity I was doing.

In kindergarten and first grade I had a couple of wetting accidents but that’s about it.

At some point in second grade I started having messing accidents again and in third grade it got so bad that I would sometimes get sent home and my teacher had a talk with my parents.

After third grade things got better and I don’t really remember any issues (at school) until high school.

My junior year of high school I was on the bus coming back from a field trip when I suddenly needed to go and ended up having a messing accident. It was actually far less embarrassing than you would think so I got pretty lucky.

 

[Wetshisbed]

I always had wet pants

My pants were usually wet by the end of the day.

 

[Jazzlynn2021]

My pants are always wet

 

[Airborne532]

I had a lot of accidents at school, from elementary school all the way to high school.

In pre-school I would often mess my pants because I was too preoccupied with whatever activity I was doing.

In kindergarten and first grade I had a couple of wetting accidents but that’s about it.

At some point in second grade I started having messing accidents again and in third grade it got so bad that I would sometimes get sent home and my teacher had a talk with my parents.

After third grade things got better and I don’t really remember any issues (at school) until high school.

My junior year of high school I was on the bus coming back from a field trip when I suddenly needed to go and ended up having a messing accident. It was actually far less embarrassing than you would think so I got pretty lucky.

I was easily distracted and preoccupied as well, but I also wonder if part of me liked how it felt. At the time, during primary school I would have said they were accidents, but it also never bothered me. Rather than stop what I was doing and go to the toilets, which I hated, I very often chose to do it in my underwear.

When I turned 12 it became much more erotic and just thinking about it aroused me. Once those thoughts began it was like I was completely powerless to stop myself from doing it. I was also taking medication that eliminated most of the odour, so I started doing it more and more often.

 

[featherbutt]

I was easily distracted and preoccupied as well, but I also wonder if part of me liked how it felt. At the time, during primary school I would have said they were accidents, but it also never bothered me. Rather than stop what I was doing and go to the toilets, which I hated, I very often chose to do it in my underwear.

When I turned 12 it became much more erotic and just thinking about it aroused me. Once those thoughts began it was like I was completely powerless to stop myself from doing it. I was also taking medication that eliminated most of the odour, so I started doing it more and more often.

Did you get caught going in your underwear at school?

Would you go as soon as you felt the urge or hold it a bit first?

 

[Hemix]

I've never had problems holding #1 and going to the toilet to do that

However, I got the door opened when I was very little and was trying to go #2, with many family members watching me, so I got traumatized and took the decision to go during the night, before taking a shower

It was rarely a problem at school, for I didn't want to go in the morning. However, 15-30 minutes after lunch, the urge always started and I always tried desperately to hold it back, which was very difficult, especially when I ate lentils

I got skidmarks often because of holding, and one time, before I went to a theme park with my family, it was so long and intense I even ended up pushing out two very little nuggets, more or less the size of a marble

I remember it happened also during the evening when I was in a kids playground at a mall

I got into it, I slid down the slide and, a while after I got into the ball pool, it starting kicking again, so I stayed alone trying to hold it from time to time and playing when it calmed down. I remember sometimes I got thick skidmarks, so I could even smell it

The thing got calmer when I secretly heard my mom talking about putting me back in diapers, which terrified me, so much I started going to the toilet in the afternoon and even telling her, ahahah!!

I still didn't like to do it in the afternoon when others were around, so I recall holding it again some time later

Nowadays, I ended up developing a like of messing myself and, although I understand it was rationally embarrassing and uncomfortable for me, in the other hand, I "irrationally" like and feel a bit proud of these two incidents. I even love going in my nappies because I get a light smell, like the one when I was a kid

 

[Airborne532]

Did you get caught going in your underwear at school?

Would you go as soon as you felt the urge or hold it a bit first?

No where near as often as I did it, but regularly enough to have a reputation. It’s also very possible students and teachers knew more often than they said. A former classmate told me, during a party she knew how often I did it, but never said anything to me at the time. She also admitted to having an obsession, knowing what was usually in my underwear and was why she hung around me and came around to my house. It seems she knew far more about me than I realised.

As I have said before I was easily distracted and preoccupied, didn’t like the toilets at school, but I was also, lazy and always constipated. For any or all of these reasons I usually avoided going and I think part of me might have liked how that felt. I do remember often ignoring going to the toilet, knowing very well what was eventually going to happen.

Also, as I have said before when I turned 12 it became distinctively erotic and arousing.

 

[PaKo66]

Even as a small child I secretly read horror movies. One of the short stories was written by Ray Bradbury and was called The Skeleton. It was about a man who was so afraid of his skeleton that he finally had it removed from his body. I then had terrifying dreams of a human skeleton moving freely through the streets. It was a shock when I first saw a school skeleton in the corridor outside the cabinet. I ran like crazy and prayed every day before entering school that god would protect me from the skeleton. It mostly worked out. Until that critical day when I started having a terrible urge to pee in class. I usually managed to do it during the break, but that time it just didn't work out. I asked the teacher for permission to go to the toilet. The kind teacher agreed. But there were only boys' toilets at the school, and imagine the horror - a SKELETON was standing right in front of them in the deserted corridor. I would die of horror if I had to walk past her even with my eyes closed. I was convinced that he could easily move and touch me. There were no other boys' toilets in the school. And girl's? They were out of the question. That was taboo. So the only option was to go back to class. The teacher was surprised that I was back somehow quickly and I lied that I was over it. But I knew very well that it did not pass. I just sat down in the bench, I was hot, my fists clenched and I felt a strange, electric taste on my tongue. That was a sign that I was seconds away from disaster. And then I gave up and there was no stopping it. The warm puddle in the hollow of the chair grew until it overflowed onto the floor and spilled into a thirty-centimeter spot. To this day, I don't understand how nobody noticed. I wiped the puddle with a sponge during the break, and the dark trousers made of rough fabric did not reveal anything. Not even when I was called to the blackboard in the next class. By the time I got home, the pants were almost dry and no one noticed the smell. But I have never forgotten that moment of relief and the pleasant warmth between my legs. As well as the shame and fear of disclosure. A few weeks later I got up the courage to approach the skeleton and even touch it. If I hadn't read Bradbury or gotten that courage earlier, maybe my later life would have turned out differently.

 

[cm90210]

I had an accident once while school age but it wasn’t at school. I was at the grocery store waiting in line to pay - and urgency took over. I was wearing my football uniform from practice, and I still remember the pee puddling on the floor around my cleats. I ran out of the store crying. I remember riding in the back of the pickup home, continuing to cry.

 

[oldpppants]

I only had an accident once, on the way home from school; this was right around 1960, when nobody drove or walked their kids to school, and I walked what would today be a long way. I was about a block away when I realized I wasn't going to make it.

 

[featherbutt]

I remember it happened also during the evening when I was in a kids playground at a mall

I got into it, I slid down the slide and, a while after I got into the ball pool, it starting kicking again, so I stayed alone trying to hold it from time to time and playing when it calmed down. I remember sometimes I got thick skidmarks, so I could even smell it

I'm picturing you pausing your play in the ball pit to valiantly fight the poop with every ounce of your being. Was this a common occurrence for you? Did anyone figure out what you were doing?

 

[Deleted member 74558]

Once in like the fourth or third grade, I had an accident in the library. I was fully potty trained at the time, and me and my friends were sitting at a table.
I laughed way too hard and wet myself... I waited for everyone else to leave before I left, pretending I wanted to stay and read...
When I got up finally, I pushed the chair in quickly, but I saw the fabric chair had a big pee stain on it...

I tied my sweater around my waist and went on with my day, embarrassed