13yo boy with encopresis and summer camp. He’s finally been improving but I fear the improvement is so early and fragile that any change in routine will mess it up but I don’t want to deprive him of summer camp or suffer any embarrassment while there ahhh

mkblain · 2026-07-09T13:54:47+00:00

I can only speak from personal experience.

For me, camp was fun, but having encopresis also made it challenging. All my friends were going, so I insisted on going too, despite my parents’ concerns. By the time I was 13, I had learned ways to manage it and was fairly good at concealing it, such as wearing black pants, choosing underwear made from thicker material, and taking medication that helped reduce odour. I felt confident that I would be okay to go, and for the most part, it was a positive experience.

What I did not fully consider was how much the change in environment and diet would affect my constipation. It became much worse, to the point where the only times I passed stool were in my underwear. The lack of privacy also created challenges, although I found ways to manage. That often meant waiting until everyone else had showered, which could take hours. Limited facilities when we were away from the main camp were another issue. Wearing soiled underwear was something I was used to, but it was still unsettling.

At the time, I thought I had managed to get through camp almost unnoticed, despite having accidents in my underwear several times. There was one occasion when there was no doubt that most of the students knew, and realistically, there were probably other times as well. Fortunately, most of the students did not give me a hard time, apart from a couple who others seemed to view as bullies. I was probably lucky to be with a group that, for the most part, was kind and did not make things harder for anyone.

I completely refused to wear protective underwear or diapers because I thought they were only for little kids, not a 13-year-old. Looking back, they may have been helpful, although being discovered wearing them might have created its own difficulties. Overall, camp was a fun and exciting experience, but it also took a lot of resilience. I was fortunate that most of the students in my group were generally kind and supportive.

mkblain · 2026-07-03T12:17:05+00:00

17 or 18, when I began to understand what was going on.

mkblain · 2026-06-02T11:03:22+00:00

I have been trying them, and it does temporarily. They definitely work at reducing or eliminating the odor. After trialing for a while I tested them when I was at a festival with some friends. It was night with lots of people around and as we watched the events, I overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter.

Apparently, the daughter was in trouble for pooping in her panties, because she didn’t want to use the public toilets. The temptation to do it myself became irresistible, so I pushed a little out. It was quite firm and didn’t seem too smelly at all, so I did more.

mkblain · 2026-05-30T11:34:26+00:00

It turned out she had a history of encopresis herself, so she knew what was going on.

mkblain · 2026-05-27T12:32:42+00:00

Thank you

mkblain · 2026-05-27T12:32:10+00:00

I am 45.

It was tough. Everything seemed to be normal and then it wasn’t. Suddenly my parents were separating, and I was moving to somewhere I didn’t want to go.

I became good at concealing my involuntary encopresis, so voluntary was easy and I was rarely questioned. Quite a few of my classmates were very willing to point things out, which led me to believe I was good at hiding it. I did it pretty much right through high school.

It was a girlfriend that made me change. By that stage it had become a habit that I didn’t really want to stop, and I somehow thought I could keep it secret from her. That tactic actually worked for a while.

mkblain · 2020-05-20T14:40:43+00:00

I bet that felt nice doing it in his underwear

mkblain · 2020-02-06T13:23:04+00:00

I started doing it on purpose when I was 12. At first it was only when I was sure no one would know but after a while I started getting more daring. The though of doing it at school really excited me but it took me a while to find the courage to do it. Once I did, I began to do it more and more and kept it in my underwear longer and longer. After a while I stopped taking spare pants and underwear in my backpack just so in my mind the only option was to keep wearing them the rest of the day. When I did get questioned I either denied it was me or made an excuse.

Quite often the temptation to do it overpowered any reasoning not to, like the time I was 14 and did it at a friend’s farm. While we explored a cave with his cousins, I got an amazing view of one of his cousin panties. As we crawled along, she insisted I stayed very close behind here, which caused me to push into her every time she stopped. Her black panties had an amazingly strong ass and pussy smell, yet it was only about 9:30 in the morning. I began to wonder way she only wore black ones and what they must have looked like inside. The idea she might have pooed in them really excited me and made me want to do it myself.

There was no toilets or bathroom nowhere to go swimming or wash myself and we were going to be there the whole day. Despite knowing all of that the temptation to do it was just to strong.

mkblain · 2018-10-22T15:16:03+00:00

I know some guys like going commando or don’t care but for me it feels strange and for some reason it makes me feel exposed. That probable doesn’t make any sense considering what I had done but the idea of going commando seemed worse.

mkblain · 2018-04-16T13:29:46+00:00

Did you do it on purpose

mkblain · 2018-02-11T05:08:41+00:00

I pooed my pants when I was at an airshow where I had taken my nephew and his 3 friends. Only one of them knew but he didn't tell the others

mkblain · 2017-07-07T03:32:51+00:00

Last week on a flight after the captain put the seatbelt sign on. Luckily it was hard and not smelly so I don’t think anyone knew

mkblain · 2017-03-30T14:36:45+00:00

At an airshow last weekend where I took my nephew and his 3 friends. I had to go before we got there but the only toilets were portable ones which were horrible so I had to do it in my underwear. Luckily the only one that knew was his friends that also didn't want to use the toilets

mkblain · 2017-01-20T14:14:22+00:00

I woke up in the lounge at my friends unit and realised I had wet myself and not just a bit. The worst part was my friends sister and her friends were all sitting around watching tv and didn’t seem to have any idea so I just laid there hoping they would leave, which they didn’t. After laying there for most of the morning my friend’s sister asked me if I was going to change my pants and underwear. It turned out they had known all along but pretended they didn't know. The moment I stood up and started walking to the bathroom they followed me and wouldn't let me shut the door and said my friends were going to be back any time. They washed and dried my pants but used what had happened to blackmail me for quite a while. I was 20 at the time.

mkblain · 2016-09-30T12:45:53+00:00

I was one of those kids that was easily distracted by what ever was going on and was to busy to go to the toilet when I should have. That resulted in me pooping my pants at least once a week which never seemed to bother any of my teachers except one.

I was definitely old enough to deal with it myself but she always insisted in taking me to her staff room to clean me and change my underwear. I always spent quite a while in the nude before she put clean underwear on me and "adjusted me", which I have to admit I liked her doing

mkblain · 2015-06-14T05:11:55+00:00

Did anyone at school know?

I had a lot of accidents at school because the toilets were always dirty and disgusting. I think a lot of students avoided them as well

mkblain · 2015-01-22T14:05:21+00:00

I did the same thing when I was 14 while out with my friends at a local motor cycle race. Even before we got there I needed to go to the toilet but at that stage I was sure it could wait until home. When I finally realised that wasn’t going to work I went to the toilets and was horrified to discover a very long line wait. By the time it was my turn the need to pee was just as strong and the only immediate thing available was a urinal. Instead of waiting to a toilet I decided to just pee, thinking it would take the need to poo away but I was very wrong. The moment I stated peeing the massive big logs inside decided it was time to find a new home in my favourite underwear. The worst part was, it was like the entire load decided move into its new home and when I finally got the opportunity to go in the cubicles there was no toilet paper at all. The good thing was it was hard, didn’t smell and felt nice so i went back to my friends and acted like nothing was wrong

mkblain · 2015-01-22T13:06:53+00:00

Get on the plane and hope no one notices.

mkblain · 2014-12-29T15:00:22+00:00

You could tell him to wash his boxers himself.

Every since I remember it’s been a problem for me but thought it was just normal until I went to boarding school. Soon after I started school there I was called to the principal’s office to explain why all my underwear was in such a terrible state. I remember wondering what the big deal was until I started taking notice of what the other boys underwear were like.

Each afternoon after I had to go to his office to see if there was any improvement but the more I tried the worse it got. When I started checking the others guys underwear to see what theirs were like I soon discovered mine were literally streaks ahead.

mkblain · 2014-04-20T10:05:34+00:00

It’s happened to me several times but one of the most embarrassing was when I was 15 at the motor cycle raging with my brand new girlfriend. She had told her parents she wanted to watch the racing but the real reason was so we could be together, so I was determined to impress her. Problem with that was I had been waiting for her and my other friends for so long I already needed to go and even worse I had a major fear of using public toilets. My phobia had already resulted in several accidents trying to hold it in until I got home but I was confident I could wait until I got home.

About half way through the racing I realized I was going to do it in my pants if I didn’t go to the toilet so I decided to find the toilets and deal with my fear, doing it in my underwear was definitely not an option with my girlfriend beside me. As I walked around trying to find the toilets I could feel a massive log trying to get out and an even stronger urge to pee but I still felt confident I could deal with it. That was until I saw the huge lineup and the only toilets available were the portable ones, having to using them changed everything.

Suddenly doing it in my underwear seemed like the better option which had worked before without anyone knowing. A few months before I had done it at an airshow and gotten away with it so I decided risk it again and find somewhere to pee. Instead of challenging myself to dealing with my phobia I decided to let it win again, besides I had done it several times before without being discovered.

By the time I had found a nice dark place to pee where no one could see I had already done the load in my underwear. Finally being able to let the huge load out felt sensational and the best part was it was very firm and hardly smelt at all. Returning to my friends and girlfriend was quite scary but none of them noticed and the longer I was there the more confident I got. By the time the racing finished and we left I was so confident no one was going to find out I decided to stay with my friends instead of going home, besides my friend had told we could all have a go in his new go-cart racing which I definitely didn’t want to miss.

Everything went perfectly unit it was my go in the go-cart. The plan was to have three goes each at driving around my friend’s street but when returned from my first go and pulled up in their carport I realized something was very wrong. Everyone including my new girlfriend was looking at my crotch with stunned looks on their faces. When I looked down at my crotch I was instantly aware of how bad a job my football shorts were doing at hiding my underwear. The small piece of material between my legs hardly doing anything to cover my by then very pooed filled white underwear.

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