I can’t believe I peed myself
I just got back from a solo trip to Singapore. I can’t believe this happened to me as an adult, and I’m still too embarrassed to tell my personal friends what really happened. Here it goes:
Around a little less than 2 hours near the end of my flight I felt the urge to pee, but the 2 other strangers sitting in my aisle were fast asleep, so I made the terrible decision to neglect my bladder. Somehow, I drifted into sleep myself too.
I woke up around an hour later, and by then my bladder was already a little full. Not too unbearable but the urge was unmistakable. There was turbulence and we were being thrown around. I crossed my legs and gritted my teeth. As the seatbelt kept pressing onto my bladder I felt my knees go weak. I was resolved to pee as soon as the turbulence was over.
But then there was a rush to the toilet when the seatbelt lights went off, and to my horror, there were lines in front of every toilet. I didn’t know if I could stand up straight, and the prospect of needing to stand (it’s much harder for me to hold it when I’m standing) on a wobbly plane with a full bladder was daunting. I waited for the line to thin, eagerly checking each toilet, and finally joined the line. But then there was an announcement that the plane is entering its landing phase, and we all got sent back to our seats. I saw a lady talk to a flight attendant and she got to use the toilet (I was sooo jealous!). But I was suddenly a bit self conscious and didn’t want the whole plane to know I was really desperate, so I went back to my seat, still confident I could hold it in because the plane was about to land anyway.
The landing phase took an ETERNITY. The urge to pee kept growing, and I was fighting hard not to cry. I kept dreaming of stupid plans to pee secretly into the barf bag, or to ask for a cup. I grew really jealous of the 2 strangers sitting next to me, who seemed serene and calm. I covered my legs with my blanket, slid my hands under, and pressed down hard, shuddering at the momentary relief.
The lady next to me seemed to notice my awkward position, and she was really kind. She asked if I was alright, and all I could say was ‘我好急! (I’m desperate!)’ (In Chinese, my native language), which was a pretty ridiculous thing to say out loud. She started stating the obvious about how she knew when she saw me frantically checking the toilet lines and the way I walked, and how I got sent back to my seat (I was inclined to reply no s*** Sherlock at the time but I regret thinking that, she was really helpful later on), and I felt my cheeks burn red from the attention. She tried to encourage me, and I appreciated the kindness, and I thanked her weakly.
I was twisting and turning in my seat, and the lady kept talking to me to help me take my mind off things, but I could only reply with nods and whimpers. I asked her if I should let out a little pee, to lessen the urge just a little bit, and she told me no, because I’d never be able to stop the flow. When the plane FINALLY touched down tears started streaming down my face from the bumpy landing, and I realized I had bit my lip so hard I could very faintly taste blood.
I was too embarrassed to hold myself with my hands when getting off the plane, but somehow changing positions and the hope of reaching the toilet gave me the strength to hold it in.
I ran ahead and when I saw the female toilet sign, my legs grew weak and i felt pee gush out. I jammed both hands between my legs and somehow stopped the flow, but I was so shocked I came so close to losing full control. Two other girls were waiting in line, and seeing how desperate I was, they let me go first. With only girls in the toilet, and having already embarrassed myself, I crouched down and held myself as tight as I could with both hands.
I heard a flush from a stall and I hobbled towards it, but the woman didn’t come out. I knocked on the door, saying ‘Please hurry!’. She came out looking annoyed, and I rushed in and slammed the door shut. At that moment, pee started gushing out and I couldn’t stop it. It ran down my legs and i immediately hung my bag on the hook on the door, ripped my underwear off, and sat on the toilet, and peed and peed and peed…
One of my socks got a little wet, and my panties were soaked, but luckily I was in a skirt and only small wet patches were visible. My skirt was too short for me to go out with no underwear, but my underwear was also too soaked. I had no idea what to do. I cleaned myself as much as I could, washed my underwear with water and put them back on, and it felt cold and disgusting on my skin.
When I got to my baggage, the sweet lady came to me, and I burst out crying. She was so kind, and listened while I babbled about how I’ve never been this desperate, how the lady wouldn’t come out of the stall, how my clothes were dirty…
She got her husband to get my suitcase, helped me discreetly pull new panties from it, as well as a fresh pair of shorts, and helped watch over my stuff while I changed. I thanked her wholeheartedly, and we exchanged contacts so I could thank her properly with lunch or coffee afterwards. She declined graciously and said I didn’t need to thank her, but we exchanged contacts anyway and said she wouldn’t mind my company if I found myself lonely on my trip.
And so yes, I managed to pee myself as an adult. To anyone who finds themselves needing the toilet on a plane: DONT HESITATE, JUST GO!
Around a little less than 2 hours near the end of my flight I felt the urge to pee, but the 2 other strangers sitting in my aisle were fast asleep, so I made the terrible decision to neglect my bladder. Somehow, I drifted into sleep myself too.
I woke up around an hour later, and by then my bladder was already a little full. Not too unbearable but the urge was unmistakable. There was turbulence and we were being thrown around. I crossed my legs and gritted my teeth. As the seatbelt kept pressing onto my bladder I felt my knees go weak. I was resolved to pee as soon as the turbulence was over.
But then there was a rush to the toilet when the seatbelt lights went off, and to my horror, there were lines in front of every toilet. I didn’t know if I could stand up straight, and the prospect of needing to stand (it’s much harder for me to hold it when I’m standing) on a wobbly plane with a full bladder was daunting. I waited for the line to thin, eagerly checking each toilet, and finally joined the line. But then there was an announcement that the plane is entering its landing phase, and we all got sent back to our seats. I saw a lady talk to a flight attendant and she got to use the toilet (I was sooo jealous!). But I was suddenly a bit self conscious and didn’t want the whole plane to know I was really desperate, so I went back to my seat, still confident I could hold it in because the plane was about to land anyway.
The landing phase took an ETERNITY. The urge to pee kept growing, and I was fighting hard not to cry. I kept dreaming of stupid plans to pee secretly into the barf bag, or to ask for a cup. I grew really jealous of the 2 strangers sitting next to me, who seemed serene and calm. I covered my legs with my blanket, slid my hands under, and pressed down hard, shuddering at the momentary relief.
The lady next to me seemed to notice my awkward position, and she was really kind. She asked if I was alright, and all I could say was ‘我好急! (I’m desperate!)’ (In Chinese, my native language), which was a pretty ridiculous thing to say out loud. She started stating the obvious about how she knew when she saw me frantically checking the toilet lines and the way I walked, and how I got sent back to my seat (I was inclined to reply no s*** Sherlock at the time but I regret thinking that, she was really helpful later on), and I felt my cheeks burn red from the attention. She tried to encourage me, and I appreciated the kindness, and I thanked her weakly.
I was twisting and turning in my seat, and the lady kept talking to me to help me take my mind off things, but I could only reply with nods and whimpers. I asked her if I should let out a little pee, to lessen the urge just a little bit, and she told me no, because I’d never be able to stop the flow. When the plane FINALLY touched down tears started streaming down my face from the bumpy landing, and I realized I had bit my lip so hard I could very faintly taste blood.
I was too embarrassed to hold myself with my hands when getting off the plane, but somehow changing positions and the hope of reaching the toilet gave me the strength to hold it in.
I ran ahead and when I saw the female toilet sign, my legs grew weak and i felt pee gush out. I jammed both hands between my legs and somehow stopped the flow, but I was so shocked I came so close to losing full control. Two other girls were waiting in line, and seeing how desperate I was, they let me go first. With only girls in the toilet, and having already embarrassed myself, I crouched down and held myself as tight as I could with both hands.
I heard a flush from a stall and I hobbled towards it, but the woman didn’t come out. I knocked on the door, saying ‘Please hurry!’. She came out looking annoyed, and I rushed in and slammed the door shut. At that moment, pee started gushing out and I couldn’t stop it. It ran down my legs and i immediately hung my bag on the hook on the door, ripped my underwear off, and sat on the toilet, and peed and peed and peed…
One of my socks got a little wet, and my panties were soaked, but luckily I was in a skirt and only small wet patches were visible. My skirt was too short for me to go out with no underwear, but my underwear was also too soaked. I had no idea what to do. I cleaned myself as much as I could, washed my underwear with water and put them back on, and it felt cold and disgusting on my skin.
When I got to my baggage, the sweet lady came to me, and I burst out crying. She was so kind, and listened while I babbled about how I’ve never been this desperate, how the lady wouldn’t come out of the stall, how my clothes were dirty…
She got her husband to get my suitcase, helped me discreetly pull new panties from it, as well as a fresh pair of shorts, and helped watch over my stuff while I changed. I thanked her wholeheartedly, and we exchanged contacts so I could thank her properly with lunch or coffee afterwards. She declined graciously and said I didn’t need to thank her, but we exchanged contacts anyway and said she wouldn’t mind my company if I found myself lonely on my trip.
And so yes, I managed to pee myself as an adult. To anyone who finds themselves needing the toilet on a plane: DONT HESITATE, JUST GO!
