Grahzmann wrote:
There were a couple incidents in fifth grade during lunch time in which I had to pee Really badly, but didn't really know how to ask any of the lunch duty staff if I could get up and use the restroom (I don't think I even considered it), so I just ended up peeing my pants. I felt awful about it, but it was better than the constant pain of holding it in at the time.
Holy moly, I had almost the exact same situation! It was sometime around 4th or 5th grade, and I had to pee really bad in school, but I couldn't get up the nerve to ask the teacher. (My school was not structured the way most public schools are) She was busy with other students, and I tried to wait until she was finished with them, but I couldn't. I just stood there for the longest time, trying to figure out what to do, not having the courage to interrupt and not being able to figure out if I should interrupt. I finally couldn't hold it anymore and just went back to my seat and peed myself. I didn't want anyone to know, so I stayed in my chair, in the wet mess, until the end of the day.
I don't know how I got out and all the way home without anyone noticing; or if they did, they didn't say anything. In fact, I don't remember the rest of that day at all; I have no idea what happened. I peed all over, it had to have soaked the carpet, and I could smell it, so the kids next to me had to have also.
I think I might occasionally wet the bed; I sometimes wake up with the sheets wet from my chest to my knees, but I'm not sure if I peed or if I just sweatted a lot in my sleep. I hate, hate, HATE to be cold, so I sleep under a comforter all year round, and it gets hot in the middle of the night. There are two times when I KNOW it had to be pee, but the other times might just be sweat.
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