I have suffered from soiling myself for as long as I can remember. It is embarrassing when it happens. Everyone at school is sympathetic but I feel as if I am still a baby in an important area. The school nurse will dry my tears, clean up my accident and change my pants. Teachers sit me in a strategic place in the class but sometimes I don’t make it to the loos in time. I really am missing out on life. Obviously I don’t have a girlfriend.
I have permission to leave the classroom from my teachers but it is still not enough sometimes to get to the toilet in time. The doctor has suggested changes to diet and at a radical level. My product-incontinence pants-does get changed rather more often than I want-after an accident.The nurse keeps a fresh supply in her office. I wonder if it could be psychological and perhaps I could try that route. It’s the feeling of helplessness of being unable to control myself that is so unsettling and upsetting.
