Holding It In

akihiro209 · 2011-09-11T04:07:08+00:00

This topic is just as the title states: holding it in. This can refer to holding in bowel movements, a laugh, tears, or anything else "held" in. What I want to know is your most extreme case of holding something in. Like if you held in a laugh so hard, you felt like your gut burst. Or holding in a pee for too long and wetting yourself in humiliating satisfaction. These are the kind of stories I want. For myself, I remember holding in a laugh while this one classmate of mine just did something so tremendously hilarious that everyone else were in epileptic fits of chuckles. It was a sort of a game where the chosen person could not laugh while he did this. Of course, I was that chosen person, and I tried holding it in so much it felt like my gut was about to burst, tears were starting to stream from my eyes, and I felt light-headed from the lack of oxygen. Truly a memorable day. Anyway, let's hear all of your stories of holding stuff in. Discuss away.

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Iamnotchrishansen Jiggy Blackson

13 years ago

Until some kids embarrassed me in grade school when going number 2, I've never been to keen about taking a crap in a public restroom. Also, it sucks whenever the toilets in the mens room are busted and there is no other restroom around.

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13 years ago

Holding my sleep.

There was a job orientation that will start at 10:00PM. Yeah, 10PM.
We applicants were released 7AM... I feel extremely dizzy and like brain-fucked.
Cannot sleep after I went home... finally got to sleep around 10AM.

2nd night of orientation - only 1 out of 7 qualified applicants attended.
The rest were MIA, including me ^^ I'm not into night shift.

Imbecile

13 years ago

A couple years ago I was holding in all my anger towards my girlfriend. After three years I snapped and beat her up and tried to kill her. Never felt so good and so terrible at the same.

FinalBoss #levelupyourgrind

13 years ago

I hold in all the stress that I get from living. I was raised to be tough and to never cry (That's one of the reasons why I come across as serious to people). My hobbies help relieve some stress, but I learned that socializing is the best way to relieve whatever I get dealt with.

Spoiler:

Anyways, the biggest moment of holding stress in for me was when I tried to find my sexual orientation. While I was in college, I believed that I was Asexual (or Aromantic), but due to my loner lifestyle, I had no one to share my thoughts with. I bottled up my belief to the point where I dropped out of college and moved back in with my mother. One day, I came across an Asexual website that described me almost flawlessly. I gave myself no choice but to come clean with my parents about what I thought my sexual orientation was. My mom accepted it, but my father didn't. We got into an argument and we both decided that I would see a therapist before drawing any conclusions.

Even though I was diagnosed with Schitzoaffective disorder, my pride wouldn't allow me to accept that diagnosis. At first, the medication (or the thought of having a mental disorder) started giving me thoughts of suicide, but I still took them as prescribed for a year and a half. However, I never told my parents that I was thinking of committing suicide. I kept all my fears and insecurities bottled up inside because that was my main defense mechanism. From there things only got worse, I kept getting more depressed and couldn't enjoy the things that kept me sane all this time. I dropped out of college for the second time.

I couldn't even take care of my basic hygiene. The fact that the medication was making me obese was the last straw for me, so I stopped taking them. Two months later, I got into a silly and pointless argument over the net and I ended up scaring myself right back into the hospital.

I thank God that I was finally able to pin point the one factor I lacked the most, which was my social skills. I'm currently trying to have a common conversation with people (without being socially awkward). I know it has to be done in order for me to move away from my natural tendency to be alone (Which would indicate a relapse). Knowing that I have a problem is the first step. Now, I just have to apply what I already know to the real world.

tl;dr? Too Bad Bitch

Gravity cat the adequately amused

13 years ago

My most extreme case of holding something in was on a coach.

I was visiting someone in Norfolk (I live in the UK) and I had bad stomach cramps on the morning that I left, which woke me up at about 6am but fell back to sleep thinking nothing of it, but it felt like someone had shoved a dagger in my gut. I got them again just as I was about to leave her house to the pickup point to get onto the coach for London Victoria.

An hour or two passed while I was on the coach and the stomach cramps started again, getting more painful and increasingly more frequent. Eventually I felt what appeared to be a trapped fart, and I immediately knew that I was in fact suffering from what we call "The shits", I'd obviously eaten something dodgy which to this day I still think that the chicken I had during the day before last was off. I wanted to wait it out until I got to London, because they have toilets at the coach terminal and I could let loose there, but the pain got so bad and the trapped fart sensation got increasingly worse, so much so that my ring was actually starting to hurt. Eventually I plucked up the courage to get up, walk into the coach toilet and park my keister for the biggest solid and liquid shit of my life. I tell you, I had never felt more relieved than the moment I let myself relax and it all rushed out.

It was so big, it blocked the toilet. In fact it looked like a brown mountain surrounded by a brown moat. There was no toilet roll, so I had to use paper towels to wipe and put it in the bin, nor was there any hand soap so my hands reaked of feces, and what's worse is I got some of it down my jeans which were fresh on that morning, so I had to change my jeans at the back of the coach which, luckily, was pretty empty.

Two people went in after me, one was a bloke and he came straight back out with a disgusted, yet amused look on his face. About an hour later a woman went in and she stayed in there a while, assuming she unblocked it. I continued to get stomach cramps for a little while afterthe whole event, but the pain eased off alot and it became bearable.

Naturally the first thing I did was make a status about my experience on Facebook. I got many likes. The second thing I did was send a strongly worded text to the National Express feedback text number (advertised around the coach) about the lack of hand soap and toilet rolls and my "accident". I didn't leave my details because who really wants to fess up to blocking a coach toilet?

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