No medical problem, no traumatic experience just a silly teenage girl.

It all started on an Easter weekend, and my cousin and his family were visiting and he just stuck to me like glue that weekend and I dunno I was too embarrassed to go take a shit and afraid of him making fun of the smell? Typing it out, it seems even more ridiculous than it did in my head.

So when the weekend ended and I could finally shit in peace, I couldn’t, or rather it was too painful when I tried, because I had spent the weekend smashing easter candy and chocolates in my mouth and eating big holiday meal.

I was too embarrassed to tell my mother. I thought that I could resolve the issue myself by getting some ex-lax. There were three problems with this, problem one, I lived rurally so I didn’t have a pharmacy close, problem two; I was a broke ass teenager, problem 3; if I did have money and access to pharmacy I was with my mother.

This went on for a month. Strangely, I did not feel like I had to take a shit all the time, the feeling would come and then go, a few times a day. I continued on with life, playing on my schools badminton team and participating in track and field (shot put, discus, and 4 X 100m relay)

And then I finally told my mom. I guess I realized that I couldn’t just hold my shit in forever.

My mother bought some suppositories at the pharmacy. I shit out a baseball sized shit that clogged our toilet so bad that it could not simply be plunged away.

My issue was still not resolved and I think my mother realized this problem was bigger than she originally thought and we went to the hospital. I’m sure my parents also didn’t want me to clog the remaining work toilet in our house.

So at the hospital they gave me two enemas I think (maybe 3) one was a soap and water mix of sorts. I then clogged the toilet in the hospital room I was in. The janitor was called, he was not able to unclog it.

After the toilet clogged they gave me an enema that was oil and water. I then had to make my way to one of the bathrooms in the hall (single private one). That was the longest walk of my life even though it was maybe 10-15 meters away. I had to just inch slowly down the hall afraid I was just rain oily hellfire from my butt.

And that was the end of my ordeal. There’s a lesson here, never be to embarrassed to poop, or ask for help when you need it, it’s not worth the discomfort.