Not diapers but pants/dress/skirt or whatever.
Sorry but these are the things that I need to know. I hate being alone in these kinds of matters. I figure that if I speak up now maybe others too scarred by their own experience might come forward and join me in the hall of shame therefore letting the healing begin.
Here is the whole sordid story.
I went to Taco Mayo yesterday ( a local mexican fast food chain.) I had myself a couple of tacos and a taco burger. I was downtown about an hour and a half later doing some shopping when the number two urge hit. It was mild at first and I thought, “Mmmmm better seek out a good bathroom.” But as the urge itself became more urgent, I casually reflected, “You know, there is no place like your own bathroom to take a shit in.” So I headed for home, which is only about 10 minutes away.
As I drove, the urge suddenly took on a violent and ugly mood. At first it was only a couple of cramps but then it began to feel as if I didn’t make a doody right then, I would blow the back of my jeans out. A few seconds went by and it suddenly felt as if the entire weight of the universe was resting in my lower bowel. As a thin bead of sweat broke out across my forehead, I had a horrible thought, What if I didn’t make it!.. But is that possible?.. Certainly not! Normal healthy people don’t shit their pants! But as I pulled in behind the New Yorker being driven by a purple haired old lady doing 20 mpg I realized that the worst was going to happen. I knew then that I would soon be elgible to stand around campfires years later and admit to my fellow campers and yes maybe even to the folks on the SDMB that I had indeed at one time, shit in my 501s.
With all hope now abandoned I managed to make it to my house. I careened into the driveway and hit the ground running but it was already too late. By the time I got to the bathroom there was a small but awful package in my whitie tighties.
Totally disgusted with revulsion mixed in shame, I finished the job on the commode and climbed into a hot shower. As I scubbed away, my gut still aching, I thought, How could something like this happen? Had I inadvertantly angered the great god of feces. Was I being punished for some reason for all the years of relaxation while laying the proverbial cable? I finished my shower, cracked open a fresh bottle of pepto bismo and suddenly had a relieving epiphany mixed with an approaching anger… It wasn’t my fault after all! I was not becoming incontinent and I had no need to be ashamed! The blame for the entire horrible episode belonged at the feet of only one entity…
Taco Mayo. ( Bastards)