I know this is an older thread but I was forced to “finish my accident” TWICE today and just need to vent
I don’t know how I will keep dealing with this worsening incontinence, it feels like I take two steps forward and one step back constantly and I just want to start getting better for once.
It has been a very bad day for bowel accidents today. I woke up mess free (yay) so I did my bowel program but nothing happened, which was weird. Since I’ve been following my program I usually have at least a small bm but today nothing came out. I went to pick up breakfast at a nearby cafe and ended up eating inside since they had some happy hour deals for dining in, and I had plenty of time before work started. I got some coffee and I think that was my downfall
When I stood up to leave, I smelled that I had a bowel accident. I was mortified, and sprinted to the door. I have never had a bowel accident that I didn’t even feel or smell as it happened, I thought my diaper was merely wet. I have no idea how long I sat like that or if anyone else smelled me but I feel like they had to, I was sitting at a bar with a row of people to my left and right. My diaper still felt only warm and wet as I was walking to my car, but the smell that followed me told me it was not just urine. Not only did I feel terrible about having an accident, I felt ashamed about not noticing it. Despite the negativtiy though, I kept my head up by thinking about getting home, ripping off my diaper, and finishing up in the toilet.
As I was walking down the stairs into my apartment, I felt my stomach ball up in a huge cramp and then instantly another wave of bm filled my diaper. Although I wanted nothing more than to remove my diaper and simply use the toilet again, I knew from past mistakes that it would only result in a giant mess. So once I got inside I decided to finish the accident in my diaper. I removed my clothes, stood in the shower and began doing my bowel stimulations (rubbing my stomach, marching in place, some side bends). It felt horrible to be moving around in a full diaper, and I cringed when I felt my body release even more poop. There was a small leak around my leg cuffs, good thing I was in the shower (said with sarcasm, because standing in the shower forcing myself to poop into an already messy diaper felt absolutely disgusting). After about 15 minutes, I felt confident I was done, but I was so so grossed out and ashamed by the end result. This was not at all how I wanted my morning to go. Nonetheless, I could now clean up and put this all behind me.
When I finished cleaning up I felt a huge sense of relief. I was free from my nightmare and ready to start my day of work. I worked as usual, and was productive enough, I have a standing desk for my home office so I was up and down all morning. Just before lunch, I stood up and without warning, filled my diaper with poop. AGAIN. This time I could definitely feel it in my diaper, and it wasn’t just concentrated in the seat, I could feel it creeping up the front of the diaper too.
I immediately started sobbing into my hands, as I heard my diaper muffle and expand from the ongoing accident. I was still going when I started waddling toward the shower to stand and finish my accident once more. I was a weeping, gagging mess and could hardly see through my tears to get to the shower. This time I threw my clothes in a pile on the floor angrily and didn’t even do any bowel stimulations, I just crossed my arms and stood and cried. At one point I began to hyperventilate and almost had an anxiety attack, but I was able to focus on my breathing and use some grounding techniques to stave it off. It was probably a good 20 minutes before I had calmed down enough to bring my awareness back to my present mess. I was an even bigger mess than before, both emotionally and physically, but I pushed through to get to that other, cleaner state. I ended up doing a few bowel stimulations to make sure I wouldn’t have another accident. Then I cleaned up once more then just sat on my couch and pouted. I didn’t eat anything for lunch because the accident and cleanup completely killed my appetite. Plus, I was still catching my breath after the close call anxiety attack. While I’m glad this happened at home, I still felt an overwhelming sense of shame and helplessness since I no longer have consistent control of my bowels.
This idea of “finishing your accident” is quite new to me. I know I will find peace with it eventually, but right now I just miss the days of using the toilet for bm’s. Even when I had only urinary incontinence, I was happy I was able to remove my diaper to poop, as I always thought it was be a living nightmare to have bowel incontinence. Now it’s my reality and it’s difficult to remind myself that I cannot just remove my diaper after a bm, I have to stay in it and then try to force EVEN MORE poop into it.
Kudos to everyone here who has reached the point of acceptance with this horrible reality, one day I hope to join you. I’m just so frustrated with it all right now.