When I went to confirmation camp, it was on an island with no water toilets, only outhouses. Some of my peers just wouldn’t use them for shitting, as they had never had to be without a “regular” toilet.
When there was a visiting day like a week after the start of the camp, I think someone had felt too nauseous and given in. I know this because I was assigned to empty the outhouse barrels. Which some mischievous visitors (older siblings who had gone through the camp themselves a year or couple before) had filled up to the brim with a hose, so all the shit was in liquid.
When we emptied them I saw a shit log the size of my forearm. All veiny and shit. Wouldn’t be out of place in the South Park episode about massive poos.
So idk man, I think it’s a joke but also, people do do that. (“Doo-doo”, hehehe.)
When I’m traveling, my digestive system just shuts down. I went on a trip recently and I didn’t shit for a week. That first shit looked as you described and nearly tore my asshole open. At least the toilet had a bidet.
I think there’s definitely something to that. I don’t really have a problem shitting anywhere, but it’s still crazy sometimes how much my need to excrete accelerates the closer to home I get. Like coming home from a store and you’re not really even feeling the need, but then in the hallway, suddenly, you do, intensely.
It does kill people. I had a friend die from not shitting for like 16 days and when they went to do the surgery to remove the compacted shit he died. Pretty ignoble way to go.
I’m sorry for your loss. Are there any memories you’d like to share other than the reason for their passing? I know if I lost someone I loved like that I’d want to share the important things about them, while I also understand wanting to share the potential dangers that people might not be considering from interrupting bodily functions.
Well, he was a former boss. He was very cool as far as bosses went. Tried to hit on one of my co-workers all the time and then I ended up marrying her and he was happy for us and came to the wedding. He also wrote my letter of recommendation to go into management for that company. He left that job several years later and went back to truck driving. I think the bad diet and wonky schedule led to the medical condition.
Pretty sure it’s a joke
Might be, but it’s also very much doable.
When I went to confirmation camp, it was on an island with no water toilets, only outhouses. Some of my peers just wouldn’t use them for shitting, as they had never had to be without a “regular” toilet.
When there was a visiting day like a week after the start of the camp, I think someone had felt too nauseous and given in. I know this because I was assigned to empty the outhouse barrels. Which some mischievous visitors (older siblings who had gone through the camp themselves a year or couple before) had filled up to the brim with a hose, so all the shit was in liquid.
When we emptied them I saw a shit log the size of my forearm. All veiny and shit. Wouldn’t be out of place in the South Park episode about massive poos.
So idk man, I think it’s a joke but also, people do do that. (“Doo-doo”, hehehe.)
When I’m traveling, my digestive system just shuts down. I went on a trip recently and I didn’t shit for a week. That first shit looked as you described and nearly tore my asshole open. At least the toilet had a bidet.
I think there’s definitely something to that. I don’t really have a problem shitting anywhere, but it’s still crazy sometimes how much my need to excrete accelerates the closer to home I get. Like coming home from a store and you’re not really even feeling the need, but then in the hallway, suddenly, you do, intensely.
I think chubbyemu covered a case where this was done and almost killed the person.
It does kill people. I had a friend die from not shitting for like 16 days and when they went to do the surgery to remove the compacted shit he died. Pretty ignoble way to go.
I’m sorry for your loss. Are there any memories you’d like to share other than the reason for their passing? I know if I lost someone I loved like that I’d want to share the important things about them, while I also understand wanting to share the potential dangers that people might not be considering from interrupting bodily functions.
Well, he was a former boss. He was very cool as far as bosses went. Tried to hit on one of my co-workers all the time and then I ended up marrying her and he was happy for us and came to the wedding. He also wrote my letter of recommendation to go into management for that company. He left that job several years later and went back to truck driving. I think the bad diet and wonky schedule led to the medical condition.
Thank you for sharing. It sounds like he was overall a decent man, who had a fair share of impact on your life. I’m sorry again for that loss.
You sweet summer child