School accidents

How many of us still clearly remember themselves or other schoolmates having wetting accidents in class. For me this was very exciting. I always envied them as I fantasied that they were put into nappies/diapers afterwards and they were brave enough to let themselves go. I only had 2 messing accidents and being terrified didn't tell anyone and just discarded of my underpants when I got home.

I've had a couple. Well, in third grade I wet my pants deliberately, to get out of taking a test I didn't study for. I was sent home, but I didn't study. Wetting myself was supposed to buy study time, but I got what I deserved and flunked the test when I took it the next day.

I had another one in eighth grade, an actual wetting accident this time. It was when I broke my ankle and had a cast on. I was in the hallway, trying to get to the bathroom when I started peeing in my pants. While having the cast on, I had a total of four accidents, and wondered if I should wear diapers until the cast came off.

Did anyone talk about the wetting in school or was this a normal incident. In my junior school it happened very rarely so it was always the talk of the day. (it was exciting to hear)

I remember being in Kindergarten and it was full for all day. We took a nap soon after lunch. I wet while sleeping a time or two and was immediately sent home. Soon my mother had some thick pairs of training pants and plastic pants sent with me to school. I would go to the nurse after lunch and have to put them on. I would then return to class for my nap. So after then I had no problems with waking up to a wet sleeping matt and clothes. I would remain in my training pants and plastic pants until I got home. And most days I arrived home wet whether I wet them during my nap or afterwards.

I remember in grade 1 a girl setting next to me trying to get the teachers attention and then putting her head down on her desk and crying. At the same time I heard the hiss of her peeing and the dripping sound as her pee ran off the edge of her chair onto the floor. When she got up to leave the room all the kids laughed at her in her damp tunic and soaked, now yellow, socks. Her mother was called and she got picked up and didn't return until the next morning. The kids called her pee pants for at least a couple of years. 😮 It is these kind of events that change and affect people for a long time. 😢 😢

I had a total of 4. I peed my pants twice and pooped in them once in first grade. I was an extremely shy kid and was afraid to draw attention to myself by raising my hand and asking to go to the boy's room. My last time was as a high school senior. By that age, I was really innto pooping in my pants. I would hold that all day, and do it in my pants as I walked home(5 blocks) Since both of my parents worked evening shift, I had no problem staying messy for a while before cleaning up and washing my soiled underpants and jeans if necessary. Some days, at school, I couldn't make it for the entire day and would have to ask to be excused so that I wouldn't poop my pants in class. On the day of my accident, I had made it to my last class and was sweating out making it to the end of school It was minutes before the end of class when the girl behind me said something and I turned around to answer her. I got caught and got a 1 hour detention for talking in class. Our reules for detention were that the door was closed at 5 minutes after school dismissal, and no one allowed inside after that. Additionally, missing detention was cause for 2 more hours detention time. Since my homeroom was at the opposite end of the school from detention hall, I had no time for a potty break, so I skipped that and barely made it before the door was closed. The hour in detention was torture. I was supposed to study, but it took all of my concentration trying not to poop in my pants. The clock seemed to stand still.When the hour was over, the only thing keeping me from loading my pants was keeping my butt firmly pressed down on the hard wooden seat. I knew I was in trouble, so I delayed getting my books and stuff together so I could be the last to leave. When I stood up, I started messing my pants. By the time I could get it back under control, I had a sizable bulge in them. I thought I had managed to get away without getting caught, but as I reached the door, Mr Sampson, the teacher pulling duty as detention monitor said, "You might want to consider going to the bathroom before detention the next time". I guess he knew. but he never said anything else about it. At least none of the other students caught me. The most embarrassing school accident I know of was a girl in second grade. She pooped in her panties. She might have gotten away with it, except that a small piece fell out of her panties and someone found it. That led to what I call the great pants check. The teacher asked who did t and when no one answered, she decided to check everyone's pants. She took all of the girls to the girl's bathroom and called the male assistant principal to check the boys. We were required to stand in line and pull our trousers down so he could see our underwear. I was kind of worried that he would think it was me because I always had skidmarks. I tried to be near the end of the line. It worked because there was a knock at the door and the teacher said she had found the girl who had done it. Today this would never happen because someone would sue the school for violating our right to privacy or some other stupid thing.

Sandboxbaby's story reminded me of a story of my own. It was how I met my best friend. I was in second grade, and we were out in the schoolyard after lunch. I saw a small crowd gather around this one girl and there was a lot of laughing. I saw her bolt out of the middle of the crowd trying to get away. I follow her without drawing any attention and when I found her I saw her sweatpants were dripping. I recognized her from my class so I offered to walk her to the nurse's office. We've been close ever since.

Dear moderator,

Firstly lets compliment you for your excellent site. I think everyone feels at home with huge forum on all related parts of our fetish. I posted about school accidents, which you transferred to the medical need part of the site. However I don't think that as a child in junior school we having the odd accident because of being shy of having forgotten to go before class that we wet or messed 1 or more times our pants and getting caught and laughed teased by other classmates maybe in envy, would be considered a medical need.

Anyway have a great day and thanks a lot

Michael

I got a question, while we're on the topic of accidents in school What school-age group do you think is most prone to wetting accidents?

In my life I've only witnessed two accidents in school, once in second grade (referring to my best friend wetting herself in the schoolyard) and in sixth grade, where a girl sitting next to me, quietly listening to the teacher, not even flinching or even seeming to notice she was peeing in her pants.

Some would think the earlier years, being only a few years removed from diapers and training pants, the anxiety of starting school, and strange bathrooms. But I think the junior-high crowd is more likely to have accidents. It's during the firestorm of puberty, where kids are becoming more discreet and reserved about taking care of toileting needs in school, embarrassed about using the bathrooms, or when the growth spurt kicks in and the bladder fails to grow nearly as quickly as the rest of their bodies.

What do you think of that?

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HI I think I know how you must have felt. I came close to totally wetting my jeans in 12th grade.

But from the first grade up thru all the school years to 12th I witnessed a wetting or two every year.

Oh, in first grade I sat next to a boy who made a puddle 3 times as I watched being very courious. One girl just got up out of her seat, spread her legs and let'er rip, splashing a huge amount of pee all over the floor, three times. No one ever asked to go to the toilet though although the teacher was very nice.

Also memorable was the boy next to me in 5th grade that peed his pants twice within 2 weeks. That teacher was strict and he was afraid to ask, he made a huge puddle that ran across the aisle to my chair. I was somewhat turned on by this too.

Up in the junior high, and senior high, girls seemed to wait too long or had the urge come up sudden and strong and couldnt make it.

I saw several wet dresses and socks and shoes and puddles on the floor.

It wasnt unusual to see girls squirming and needing to go and not asking, like being embarassed I guess.

Well myself, I was with the whole school before lunch in the aditorium in the middle of a long row as we had to watch as required movie. It was required as part of a history lesson. It was Victory At Sea. Lottsa water splashing and waves on the seas.

For some reason I found myslelf needing to pee, sort or unusual being 17 at the time going on 18.

I watched the movie and the urge grew and got strong and I felt some spasams in my bladder.

Here I was, after 12 years of school, had seen all these accidents and now Im on the verge of joining the group.

Im holding on. I thinking of getting up and leaving for the boysroom. I would have to climb over about 25 students a teacher or two. I was shy to do that though, embarassed.

I held on, and My willie was hot, my crotch was hot, I hadda go pee bad. I put my hand in my pocket to see if I could hold on. I was wearing white briefs and they would not take a lot of wetting.

I felt cold, I felt a chill, and then I felt a squirt go into my underpants. Im getting into a panic sort of, Im goona wet my pants! I felt another squirt and it was longer, it wet my crotch and ran down my butt.

Just then, the lights came on!! I really wasn't into the movie at all, didnt know what happened.

It seems the film broke, having been played at a lot of schools, and it would take too long to fix it.

Everyone got up and started to file out. Being a senior, we got to leave first. I shuffled out the auditorium doors and made a beeline for the boysroom. I got there, found a stall, jerked down my jeans,my willie popped out and started a hard stream missing the toilet. I peed for almost 3 minutes. This never happened before.

I pulled up my pants and then went outdoors, headed home for lunch. I lived about 1/4 mile from the school and we did go home if you could.

Put on some fresh underpants, tossed the yellow stained ones under the bed and went back to school. This time after each class, I hit the boysroom and peed. A lot of guys always hit the the boysrooms before each class, now I did too.

I figured I had a little cold or bug in my system that caused this problem.

Now I knew how it felt to almost lose it. How it felt to wet your underpants somewhat.

This along with all the in class experiences and what happened on day later on set me up for some enjoyable pants wettings.

There was a girl in grade school, Jenny, who I remember had a few wetting accidents in 2nd thru 4th grade. The first time I heard about her was in 2nd grade when she wet herself after lunch as we were lining up to go to recess. I didn't actually see it but I heard the commotion and lots of kids were talking about it. Of course the rumor was that she got sent to the nurse and put in diapers for the rest of the day. I doubt it was true, but this WAS 1981, and there was less concern about getting sued and whole "self-esteem" issue. Maybe the nurse kept diapers both as a practicality and a "punishment-by-embarassment" tool.

I had a chance to find out but was afraid to take it. As we were movinging to switch classrooms between periods I walked passed her and her back was turned. I thought I saw a little puffyness at her butt but wasn't sure. I wanted to reach out and spank her to see if I felt anything plasticy or heard her butt crinkle. Sadly I was too afraid that I would get in trouble for teasing her.

She had another accident in 3rd grade that I got to see close up. It was during a spelling test and I sat at the table next to hers. She was wearing her Brownies uniform and just started crying all of a sudden The teacher stopped and asked her "what's wrong?" but she couldn't stop crying and the girl next to her told the teacher she'd peed her pants. It took a few minutes for the teacher to coax her into going to the nurse to get cleaned up. No diaper this time though, because in the meantime the girl who sat next to Jenny had gone to nurse and came back with a change of panties in a big manilla envelope. I guess either her parents kept spares with the nurse by now, or maybe the nurse kept them all along. Her Brownies skirt was soaked in a big triangle from her butt all the way down as she took the package and ran out of the room.

My own wetting and bedtime diaperings had started by 4th grade, so when she had an accident then the diaper jokes were really awkward. I didn't see it but it was said to have happened in gym and she got sent home afterward. If anyone knew I wore diapers to bed they kept it to themselves but I was really scared it was going to come out. Later that day I heard some boys imitating the Huggies commercials from the time (if you remember) saying "Jenny's sad because she's got a SAGGY DIAPER THAT LEAKS. She needs new HUGGIES!" and a girl chimed in singing the Luvs song "Jenny's comfort begins with LUVS." I tried to laugh along with everyone else, but my mind was on the big pink JUMBO box of Luvs in the back of my closet, and the one particular Luvs diaper that I'd be introduced to at bedtime.

I can remember that in grade school i had several peed pant in school

Peeing your pants in school sucks bad. i did it alot when i was in pre-k - 3rd when i was pulled out.

I only wet as a kid a few times in school I was in like 1 or 2 greade a friend of mine wet in high school and was teased a lot she was allways called names

I remember I had an accident of the..messy..kind in grade 5,I did something wrong...and at that time in school they were allowed to spank you,the teacher that was a women of about 24, said I was going to get spanked.and she called me to the front of the class.I got scared for some reason and felt my pants expand..as I got up to the teacher she looked at me..knew what I had did, and said in a quiet voice,"you had better change those poopy pants",it was embarrassing at the time...but very funny now...ty for the question...bye for now

When I was ten I had just moved to a new school and after a couple of months I decided to wear my brother's Disney print plastic pants to school to see what the girls in the class would say,not thinking of the guys in the class reactions. So I undid my pants just enough at the top to show the girls my white Disney Printed plastic panties and some of the girls thought it was weird and other girls it was funny. Anyways I kept asking to use the bathroom until the teachers were getting fed up with me asking every period and at lastly said no. I ended up wetting in the plastic pants and the pee leaked out the legs and wet my pants and it went on the floor. Then someone noticed the smell and asked what was that smell when one of the girls said "Brian's wearing rubber pants and another girl laughed and said that her brother was two years old and didn't wear plastic panties anymore and I was sent home with a note to my parents for which I got a good hiding. My nickname in scool after that was Rubber Pants.

I remember a gal in 5th grade who wet herself a few times during the school year. I thought it was a shame for her. But at least no one picked on her for it.

In grade one a boy would hold up his hand to get the teachers attention, and he got it instantly - it meant he had to "be excused". Only problem is it was always too late and he would pee before he even stood up.

Two more incidents - both messing accidents. One was a boy in grade two or three who messed himself because he was sick and kept quiet about it, but I discovered him at recess holding his belly waddling into the toilet stalls, then not reappearing for class. The second was a boy in shorts, again grade two walking home from school with an enormous loose mess down his leg into his shoe walking stiff-legged. The girls were pointing at him saying - "your mom's going to kill you". A third was a kid - about grade three that I used to walk home with through fields, and he would suddenly stop and declare "I gotta do s...' He would then put his hand down the back of his shorts and scoop out the contents wiping his hand in the snow. It seemed pretty gross, and I resolved never to shake hands with him. I even remember all their names, almost 70 years ago!

I remember having one accident. I was in Grade 1 (no Kindergarten so first classes) and I tried unsuccessfully to hold it till recess. At the recess bell rang I stayed at my desk and told the teacher I had to go home (fortunately I lived 2 blocks away). The teacher asked why I didn't ask to go to the washroom? I told her another boy asked to go to the washroom and she said no so I tried to hold it. She said he was always asking to go to the washroom.

I don't remember my mothers reaction or the classmates only how embarrassed I was and having to tell the teacher.

Man, I envy you all... I went to a Catholic school from pre-school to high school. In all that time, I never witnessed anyone having an accident, nor knew anyone who wore diapers (there was only one class per grade, with about 20-25 kids average, so word spreads quickly).

When I was in middle school there was a kid who wet his pants a lot he was allways teased I am really ashamed to say I did tease him too this is befor i found out hoe fun diapers car be if i see him again i will thell him I am sorry

I wet my pants in class when I was in the first grade. I had to go really bad and was too shy to raise my hand to ask the teacher if I could use the bathroom. So I decided to pee in my pants, thinking that no one would notice! Needless to say, I was mistaken--those sitting around me instantly heard the loud hissing noise and saw the huge yellow puddle that ran out into the middle of the floor. I was mortified; the whole class erupted in laughter. But our teacher was really nice about it; she got me to the nurse's office and called my mom, telling her to bring me some dry pants.

When I was a kindergartener I remember peeing my pants just after getting off the bus to go home. When I was in sixth grade I remember a fourth grader had peed his pants he was just standing around out on the play ground waiting for it to dry. I so wanted to get close enough to get a smell of his pee and ask how good it felt to pee his pants.

In my class two girls had wetting accidents at about the ages of 6 and a boy of 7. I remember being close with one of the girls waiting together for our Mums to pick me up confessing to me that she had another accident although I didn't notice probably it wasn't to much and it didn't leak on the floor

In my school a girl had a wetting accident, it was like ten years ago, she was playing with her friends and she stop and start to wetting her pants, it was exciting

I wet my pants once in the first grade. As soon as the teacher noticed I was told to go to the office where extra clothes were kept. I had to walk all the way there by my self and even passed a friend in the hallway that noticed and said you peed! I was totally embarassed, but finally got changed and back to class.

First grade. I had to urinate rather badly, but there were always a couple kids waiting in line by the door--only one child (may have been one of each gender) was allowed to leave the room at one time.

I finally got desperate enough to go stand in line. There were two kids in front of me, and a third had just left.

I waited.

And waited.

I finally had to go rather badly. The boy in front of me left; this was a 1920s school and had been expanded in the 1950s. It was one long brick building with classrooms on each side. They were arranged in grade order. First grade was at the far end, then you passed the front door and main desk, nurses office (no nurse, just an office) and faculty restrooms. Then down the long hall past 2nd, 3rd and 4th grade and the library.

That's when you reached the old main entrance to the building, where the boys and girls rooms were located. Giant tiled rooms with tall ceilings, pink Boraxo powdered soap and the giant cloth towels on a roller.

The boy walked slowly--painfully for me--down the hall to the bathroom and disappeared inside for a long time. Just when I thought I could not hold it anymore, he reappeared. But rather than coming straight back, he wandered around; I could see him from the door of the classroom where I waited (the first grade classrooms and faculty lounge were in the new section of the building, which was elevated to a mezzanine level with the "new" auditorium/gym/cafeteria below, so I had a good view all down the building to the end.

He stopped and looked and people's coats hanging on the hooks.

He looked in the library.

He slowly wandered by each classroom.

He said hi to the secretaries behind the desk.

He stopped and looked at the machine that sold pencils with NFL teams on them for a dime.

I was a good kid who followed the rules. I waited at the door like I was told.

He finally got back and I burst out at a fast walk that decayed into the closest thing I could do to a run without actually running in the hall, which was forbidden. About at the library, I lost control and wet my pants.

I went to the boys bathroom and hid in a stall. I did not know what to do.

Somehow, world got out. I don't remember if another boy from my class came in, but it did not seem very long before my teacher was in the bathroom on the other side of the stall door; I think I let her in. I know I was crying.

Phone calls were made and I was eventually provided with clean pants, but it took a long while. My poor mother had to get off work (not easy to do in at the time), go home and get clothes for me, and drive them to school. I remember the teacher came back in to help me change, and she folded up my clothes and put them in a paper sack.

I am grateful for how she handled things. She also let me know that if I had to go that badly, it was okay to leave, even if the other child had not returned. Later that year, she had to come in the boys room again and rescue me when I caught the glans of my penis in the zipper....

During my first few years at school I often wet my self and messed my self at least once.

Yeah.

I remember when I was 6, I was ever so proud of the fact that I had never wet my knickers at school, when lots of my classmates had.

There was a girl called Samantha who had wet her knickers twice in the first six weeks of the year.

After that, there were no more wetting accidents in my class until right towards the end of the school year ... when I was nearly 7 ... and I was the one who ended up waiting too long to ask to go to the toilet. I was wearing my best knickers that day, too, and I was absolutely mortified.