What would you consider to be one of your most traumatic experiences?

Last year something happened that still keeps me awake at night.

I was at a girl's house, we met at a party earlier that night, talked to each other for like an hour. We both were avid hikers and shares some of the same likes/dislikes. We bored and tired of all the drunks and loud music, so we went to her place to hangout. Genuinely wanted to get to know her more.

I'm chilling on her back deck, it's dark out, she's inside fixing us some iced coffee (also a common love we found out we had) - so she's inside fixing the iced coffee, when I felt this terrible pain in my stomach.

I had to shit. And I had to shit now. I panicked. There is like a rule, you can't shit at a girl's house within the first 10 minutes of being there. All rules were off. I clinched my butt, ran to the sliding door and yelled "where's your restroom?" I felt like I was about to explode all over her deck.

"Oh down the hall on the left" she replied

I walked awkwardly down the hall. Sweating profusely. This seemed like the longest hallway ever.

I finally made it to the bathroom, quickly unbuttoned my pants. I knew I would have to sit quickly. As soon as I begin to sit and relax my clinched ass, I may shit everywhere. The fear was real.

I turned around and began to sit. I quickly dropped to the toilet but instead of landing on the toilet I hit the floor beside the toilet and shit went everywhere.

I'm freaking out so bad. I look around for toilet paper to clean up the liquid mess. There is barely any left on the roll.

I had no choice. I took off my shirt. Placed it under the sink to get it wet, and wiped up the diarrhea. I was gagging and trying not to puke.

I hear her coming up the stairs, "Thomas are you alright? It sounded like you fell"

"Uh. Yeah im fine. I'll be out in just a minute"

I wiped up the mess with my shirt. I had no choice. I stuck the shirt in the trashcan. It was once white. Now it was stained with brown. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. She would find the shirt eventually.

I walk out and walk downstairs. Shirtless.

She looks at me stunned and a bit confused why I didn't have my shirt on.

I looked her dead in the eyes "I've just shit all over your bathroom. It was an accident. My shirt is in the trash. And if you can ever look past this, call me. I'm going to take a shower."

I walked out.

She never called.

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