Everyone has one. It's their most embarrassing moment. I'm going to share mine. I've never told anyone, but I think it's time. I've read many embarrassing moments of others who suffer from IBD. While they are all different the one thing they have in common is the moment signifies the exact time the person realized that they have lost control of their body. Mine is no different.
My most embarrassing moment happened when I was working my part-time job. The funny thing is I had to take a part-time job to cover the medical bills I had because I was sick. So at one of the sickest times in my life I was working 60-70 hours a week instead of resting. The moment began when I was on my way to work early Sunday morning. I suddenly felt the urge to go to the bathroom. For most people this wouldn't be a problem, but for someone with IBD it is a very BIG problem. So instead of being able to hold it, I pooped my pants right there on the highway driving my car.
Knowing every bathroom in Chester County I knew the park had public bathrooms that would be open early on a Sunday morning. I parked my car across the street and speed walked to the bathroom. Without heat the bathroom was cold, but no one was there. I entered a stall and cleaned myself up the best I could. Then I threw out my underwear in the trash, and walked out of the stall half naked to the sink. I washed my pants off in the sink and dried them under the hand dryer. How lucky was I that no one entered the bathroom as I stood with my nether regions exposed.
Being as stubborn as I was I continued on to work. Hoping the grocery store next to my job (the only store open so early) sold underwear, I quickly skipped in to take up peek. Unfortunately, no underwear was sold. I couldn't bear to buy a pack of diapers, so I went to work commando. I worked my full shift without underwear hoping not to have another accident. Though I knew nobody knew, I felt so exposed and humiliated.
This wasn't my first accident, and it wasn't my last, but it certainly was my most embarrassing. I had lost total control over my body, and was standing in a public bathroom half naked for all the world to see. I worked an entire shift without underwear in somewhat washed pants. It took awhile to recover from the shame I felt that day.
