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I think I’m finally ready to tell the world. 

I pooped my pants in Junior High.

Before we dive in, I want to give you some background:

During the summer when I was 12 or 13, I went to an amusement park. I had a blast hanging out with my friends and riding rollercoasters. The next few days I had pain in my lower back — pretty normal for being tossed around like a sack of potatoes all day. I just did stretches to see if it would help, but this pesky back pain never went away. 

We ended up consulting many different medical professionals to find some answers and get a lot of imaging. I got an X-ray — nothing. A PET scan — still nothing. I finally got an MRI and found a bulging disk in my lumbar region. Thankfully it wasn’t a life-threatening diagnosis, but at 13 it was life-altering for sure. I couldn’t do as much as a normal teen because I had to be careful of my back. I had to stop taking tumbling classes because it hurt my back. If I stood too long it would hurt. If I sat too long it would hurt. I ended up doing some physical therapy but it didn’t ease the pain either (I’ll admit, it doesn’t help that I was really young and didn’t care about doing my exercises at home). I tried some medication. No dice. We even tried a cortisone shot. Still nothing. After a while, we stopped trying because the pain was manageable, and nothing seemed to eliminate the pain (except for the epidural I got when I had my baby. Haha that was the best my back has felt in over a decade). At this point in my life, I’m used to the pain, and I know how to avoid aggravating it.

Now, back to how I pooped my pants.

I took this medication (it was either that or the cortisone shot. It’s been so long I don’t remember) causing my lower GI to be in knots. I was constipated but felt like I had to poop sooo bad! One of the times I was hurrying to the bathroom I had a fart come. As my husband says, you should never trust a fart… I don’t know if I trusted it, but ready or not, it came. And it wasn’t a fart. It was poop. 

Luckily I was all alone in the hallway, but I was walking past a room with a big window where a bunch of teachers were in a meeting. I paused and looked in as it happened. 

I. Was. Horrified. I had locked eyes with my geometry teacher. You know, how people naturally look into windows as they pass and people look out at the person passing. I’m sure she could see the horror on my face. After what felt like an eternity, I booked it to the bathroom to take care of the mess in my pants and finish what I had started. I was on my period so my pad caught most of it, lucky me. But man it reeked! I remember someone walking into the bathroom and walking right back out while I was in there. I’m 100% sure it was the smell. 

After I cleaned up the best I could I called my mom and went home for the rest of the day. We’re pretty sure it was the medication I was taking – and I’ve never taken it since.

Have you ever pooped your pants in public? Or am I just that special?

Rae