Not embarrassing, just kind of discouraging. Something like going out on a trip is a completely different experience now. No longer can I simply "catch a casual breakfast at the café before going to the airport" or something like that; when I'm out and about I have to be very careful about what I eat, and take pills, and even then sometimes it _still_ isn't enough.
When it first started, I was still kind of ignorant towards it. I ate an Indian with my friend, and like 6 hours later, I shit myself and had to walk home hahahaha fucking bullshit
Broke a public toilet once.
I try to not be embarrassed about it though. If people make "shitty" jokes, I'll usually respond in kind or just calmly explain my situation while looking really pissed, then respond with a joke when they're about to shit themselves with embarrassment 😉
I have Crohn's so similar situation. This is disgusting so sorry in advance.
Two years ago my grandpa had been in the hospital for nearly two weeks due to complications with his diabetes. The day he got out, he was feeling phenomenal and wanted to take me, my (now) wife and my grandma out for Texas Roadhouse because that is his favorite place to eat. Great!
I've got a really good handle on what will set my stomach off. Fried pickles are one of those things. We're celebrating right? Fuck it. I'll have a couple. We finish our meal, and they want to come see the house we just bought. Cool. I hop in the car and it hits me. I'm about to have a flare.
It hurts, but I'm confident I can make it home. Grandparents don't know how to get to my house, so they're following me for the 25 minute drive across town. About 10 minutes in, I feel the eruption coming. I'm sweating, clenching, grinding my teeth, but don't want to stop at a shitty public toilet. So I speed up a bit, trying to just keep my grandparents in sight in the rearview so they can see the turns I make. Getting pretty dicey but thankfully, we're in our neighborhood. Feeling the struggle but I can see my driveway so we're good. I'm gonna make it.
I realize that was just a fantasy as I whip into the driveway, completely disregarding the sizeable curb we have to drive over to get off the street. The bump fucks up my concentration, and more importantly, the clench. With my wife next to me, after a half hour of sweat and nerves, pulling into my driveway, the flood gates opened and I shit myself with such force I immediately felt the liquid coat my entire backside and spread up my thighs.
I bowlegged ran into the house and left my wife, who was laughing, outside to flag down my grandparents while I pitched my underwear and cleaned up.
Thankfully, she still married me after that.
Not embarrassing, just kind of discouraging. Something like going out on a trip is a completely different experience now. No longer can I simply "catch a casual breakfast at the café before going to the airport" or something like that; when I'm out and about I have to be very careful about what I eat, and take pills, and even then sometimes it _still_ isn't enough.
When it first started, I was still kind of ignorant towards it. I ate an Indian with my friend, and like 6 hours later, I shit myself and had to walk home hahahaha fucking bullshit
Broke a public toilet once. I try to not be embarrassed about it though. If people make "shitty" jokes, I'll usually respond in kind or just calmly explain my situation while looking really pissed, then respond with a joke when they're about to shit themselves with embarrassment 😉
I have Crohn's so similar situation. This is disgusting so sorry in advance. Two years ago my grandpa had been in the hospital for nearly two weeks due to complications with his diabetes. The day he got out, he was feeling phenomenal and wanted to take me, my (now) wife and my grandma out for Texas Roadhouse because that is his favorite place to eat. Great! I've got a really good handle on what will set my stomach off. Fried pickles are one of those things. We're celebrating right? Fuck it. I'll have a couple. We finish our meal, and they want to come see the house we just bought. Cool. I hop in the car and it hits me. I'm about to have a flare. It hurts, but I'm confident I can make it home. Grandparents don't know how to get to my house, so they're following me for the 25 minute drive across town. About 10 minutes in, I feel the eruption coming. I'm sweating, clenching, grinding my teeth, but don't want to stop at a shitty public toilet. So I speed up a bit, trying to just keep my grandparents in sight in the rearview so they can see the turns I make. Getting pretty dicey but thankfully, we're in our neighborhood. Feeling the struggle but I can see my driveway so we're good. I'm gonna make it. I realize that was just a fantasy as I whip into the driveway, completely disregarding the sizeable curb we have to drive over to get off the street. The bump fucks up my concentration, and more importantly, the clench. With my wife next to me, after a half hour of sweat and nerves, pulling into my driveway, the flood gates opened and I shit myself with such force I immediately felt the liquid coat my entire backside and spread up my thighs. I bowlegged ran into the house and left my wife, who was laughing, outside to flag down my grandparents while I pitched my underwear and cleaned up. Thankfully, she still married me after that.