by embarrassedwoman on Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:23 pm
I never thought I'd tell the story of what happened to me, but here goes. Firstly, though, I'd like to say how shocked I am that some people are treating this as a joke, or some kind of sexual thing. Don't you know there are people out there, like me, who have had terribly humiliating experiences of this kind that take years to recover from? I've had one, two years ago, and still haven't entirely recovered from psychologically. Once, I was on the motorway with a colleague - the two of us were going to a meeting, and he was driving. I asked him to pull over at the next services because I needed the toilet quite badly. When I saw the next services approaching, I just assumed he'd remember to pull in, but he didn't and we sailed past. There wasn't another services for 27 miles and I told him I couldn't wait that long - I'd only been able to wait this long because I'd known there was one coming up any minute. My colleague didn't seem to realise how urgent it was and told me not to worry, we'd be at the next services soon. Pretty soon I was in serious pain and trouble, and couldn't even chat anymore and pretend it wasn't a big deal. My colleague started to tease me and say things like, 'You don't honestly think you might wet yourself, do you? This meeting's important, you can't turn up with wet pants.' I asked him to pull up on the hard shoulder I was that desperate, but he refused, saying it wasn't safe - 'YOu can't use the hard shoulder as a kazy,' he said. 'What if someone crashes into us at ninety miles an hour while you're relieving yourself?' About ten minutes later, I couldn't control myself any more - the panic about having an accident was adding to my problem, I was absolutely terrified - and I wet and soiled myself. It was horrendous - all I could do was sit there sobbing and begging my colleague not to tell anyone. I couldn't hide what had happened - it was obvious - my mess was all over the carseat, all over my clothes. My colleague had to drive me home and we had to cancel the meeting. He kept telling me it didn't matter and I should try to see the funny side of it, but I couldn't. He couldn't resist telling people at work - for weeks afterwards people came up to me and pretended to be sympathetic, but I knew some were laughing behind my back. Eventually I handed in my notice - that was how bad it was.