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Embarrassing stories..

When I was in my late 20s, just walking at work, without any warning whatsoever, I had a bout of diarhea. I had no way to change other than going home. I started keeping a spare uniform at work after that.
I had the excect same story going to work not long after I got married, on the way I felt like I need to pass gas so I just let it go, and it's was diarrhea. I rushed back home, thankfully my wife wasn't home, I had to spend at the laundry sink to rins my dirty clothes with hot water and soap, it was embarrassing when my wife came home and I needed to tell her what happened because I couldn't clean it all by myself, had to go into the washing machine
 
When I was in computer class in 6th grade (age 11), I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but the teacher had a 'only one person out to the bathroom at a time' rule and, since someone was already out, I tried to hold it as best as I could until class was over so I could go the bathroom before my next class.

Yeah, I couldn't hold it. I ended up wetting myself in class. Had to get the student next to me to tell the teacher what had happened because I couldn't get up from my seat because it was completely soaked.

The teacher called my grandparents to bring me some new clothes to change into from home.
 

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