I was in a psychiatric ward in my teens. Around that time, I also had major issues with pooping in strange places. I didn’t poop for 11 days! Don’t ask me how I wasn’t in pain, but somehow I just shut off my rectum. Mom finally came to visit me, and we went to a restaurant for lunch. I guess I felt safe enough with mom near by (no, not in the bathroom with me), because I finally couldn’t hold it. I crapped so much it was literally piled over the top of the water. Plus add toilet paper, of course it clogged. And it was the only toilet in the place. And when I came out there was a HUGE line of people waiting (no clue how long I was in there). I told the person in front of the line to wait because the toilet was clogged, then went to ask for a plunger. The counter person said they would take care of it, so I went back to the table. I don’t have the slightest clue what happened after, but I thank God this was before everyone had cell phones. You know that shit would have been all over the internet!
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