School accidents

I can remember having an accident in 1st grade….. back then they called your parents…..

I had many accidents in school even wearing pullups. It wasn't nice with classmates laughing and even teachers looking.

Wetting no- not urine- Encopresis soiling- yeah- and DAMN THE DOCTORS who call it in our heads. Yeah- there's a certain percent of folks who are of a sincere cognitive deficit or are indeed acting out their psych pains in an inappropriate fashion. They need help, not scorn. I needed tampons:>

I still remember having an accident in second grade. I was working on weekly reader when I felt it happen I was so horrified the girl behind me in class tapped me on the shoulder asking if I peed myself. I looked at her and didn't say anything other than “OH” she then raised her hand and told Mrs. Ramaker there was pee on the floor. I melted into my chair as everyone looked at me.

She asked me what happen I started to cry the other kids in class giggle at me. She told them to stop it and call to the office. The vice principle came to the class and got me and took me to the office where they called my mom. I had to sit on a bench with an open diaper under me that he got nurse’s room. He would walk by me and ask if I was a baby maybe my mom should send diapers with me tomorrow.

Mom came and got me took me home and sent me to my room to get the wet cloth off. She proceeded to but me in my night diaper and a tee. I didn't go to school the next day she made a doctor’s appointment for me one more time, When Monday came around did I get teased about wetting myself boys would ask if I was wearing a diaper now. Girls would ask if I would be their baby this went on until summer break. Thing is mom had me back in training pants with plastic pants for the rest of the school year. I would always use the stall in the bathroom if need be, mom sent extra trainer just in case in my lunch box. I was so lucky they never saw them at school

Was a common occurence in my first few years of grade school. Our own son (just turned 13) still has accidents once in a while because of a weak bladder. Gets a lot of of teasing. Kids sure can be mean about it.

How do you cope with your son Erin?

There was a boy in our class at junior school who wet him self most days and never seemed to care. If the teachers didn't notice he just stayed in his wet pants.

I recall we were waiting for a photograph of us all in the school play. Suddenly one one of the boys started to wet his shorts. He wasn't young, maybe 8 or 9. The teacher was furious, pulled the boy out to the front, pulled his wet shorts down and spanked his bare bottom. The photographer thought this was funny and said he would take a photo of the boy and of the puddle. I recall we all laughed. The poor boy. Later he came back and the photo was taken. I still have the photo and he is wearing his white gym shorts and everyone else is wearing grey school shorts and he looks very embarassed. This is a very long time ago but I still remember it as I found it strangely exciting.

I remeber having a few accidents from 1st to 3rd grade. It was embarrassing as I got older and they just stopped. I also recall a friend of mine she wet herself cause the teacher didn't let her go and she held it till she couldn't anymore.

When I was around 10 years old I decided to wear a pair of my brother's Disney print plastic pants to school to see how the girls in my class would react so I showed a bunch of the girls a little peak. A few giggled and laughed and some said EEEWW and they all thought that I was weird. I went back to class and after a little while I needed to pee and asked the teacher to use the bathroom and he said yes but after asking another three times he said no and after trying to hold my pee for about ten minutes I ended up pissing in my plastic pants and of course it started to leak out the leg bands and soaked the back and legs of my pants. Someone asked about the smell of pee and two of the girls shouted out that I was wearing a pair of nursery print plastic baby pants everyone including the guys in the class all looked at me and started laughing and calling me Rubber Pants..For the rest of the year I spent getting teased and asked if my diapers and rubber pants needed changing.

I have had bladder troubles since - well when I was 2 and my mom attempted to toilet train me. Learned # 2 by almost 3 but peeing was a struggle. Still is. So I was still in Pampers and Huggies at 4 and a half 24/7. Pull Ups came out when I was 4 and so at 4 and a half I began preschool in pull ups and had tons of accidents. Sometimes I needed to change pull ups. Other times I just went home wet. Kindergarten was much the same. I was in Catholic School so we wore uniforms and it was navy blue slacks, white dress shirt, school tie. Most wore cotton but some wore polyester like I did in case I needed to change pull ups. I generally stayed dry most days and just pissed every hour but sometimes I let a bit out on the way. By then I had glasses as well and was wearing them full time. So I was a total geek.

Finally in 2nd grade mom got me some white underwear briefs. I loved the feeling. They had slightly more absorbancy than normal kids undies (A thicker frontal area). Still I was reminded to be very careful and go every hour even if I don't feel that horrible sting. Yes when I had to go the pain was horrible and I could only hold it about 10 minutes before busting. Anyhow the 4th day of school I arrive and I pee first thing. By 9 AM I have to go again so I ask by 10 after to go and I go to the nearest boys room. I unzip ready stick it out and let my bladder drain and push the door as usual but its locked and the sign said "Out of Order" Please use bathroom on the other end. Well it hurt so bad I could not stand it and suddenly as I begin running to the other bathroom a few spurts come out. My underwear holds it. A few more come out and now my underwear is wet but my pants are still appearing dry. Then as I try holding with all my might it just spurts out and could not stop the flow. I pee all over the floor. I had to have peed at least a pint. I was in tears and the school nurse sees me and hugs me. The principal a Sister (a nice one not a mean one) tells me its okay. I had a spare underwear brief and a pull up as well in my bookbag. I opted to change into the pull up and spare polyester slacks. The nice thing about polyester is I can put on and take off even with shoes on. So I changed in the other bathroom.

Sadly classmates found out and I was picked on to no end. Some called me "Pamper Pants"; others "Pee In The Pants". Other names included "Pissboy", "PeePee","Water Bucket", Christine (Being my name is Chris). The teachers punished kids that picked on me but it never totally stopped. I had a few more accidents and by November at the insistence of the school I was in Pull Ups. Once a classmate gave me a wedgie and showed others I had pull Ups on. Another time someone pulled my slacks down so everyone could see my diaper. Those kids did get detention. Still I had a circle of close friends and most of my classmates were nice to me. Another classmate told me he still wore diapers to bed but did okay during the day. But that was the first of many accidents at school.

I've had many accidents at school over the years but a few stand out above the others. One time in second grade I was working on math with my teacher when she asked me if I had to go potty I said no but she had noticed that I was squirming in my chair. A short time later I realized that I felt wet and I looked down at my shorts and they were soaked then I realized my diaper must've leaked. Unfortunately for me my classmates noticed and one of the bullies in the room said "Look everyone the baby peed himself" and they all started to point, laugh and call me names. My teacher acted quickly in getting me out of the room but I was crying and humiliated. My aide took me to the bathroom and got me out of my wheelchair in the handicapped stall and sat me on the toilet seat while she got my extra clothes from my backpack. I remember that as she laid me down on the changing pad on the floor I began to suck my thumb. She changed my diaper and got me dressed again and then we went back to class where we found my teacher disciplining the students who teased me.

I've had many accidents in college. I simply went back to the dorm to get changed and put a fresh one on.

I wore diapers til 3rd grade...Then only on trips and such, however Id say Ive had atleast a dozen full-on thumb-sucking, no bladder control, accidents starting in 4th and finishing in highschool...I remember distinctly atleast that many.

Do they count as accidents if you were in diapers?

I ask because I was still in diapers pretty much full time up to about the middle of third grade. If you count that couple of years I was having accidents pretty much constantly.

I wore diapers all the way up to first grade or so. I would be put in a diaper before Kindergarden and most of the time, I had to get changed by my mom, as soon as I got home.

I had pee accidents every day at school. Every day i had a wet spot on my pants. There where 3 other boys at school that peed their pants every day and had wet spots. They where my friends.

i did not care that i peed my pants and had wet spot because the other boys peed there pants like me. We all wore peed pants all day. I stoped having pee accidents when i was 14 years old. I had a wet spot on my pants every day till i was 14 years old.

When I was in 1st Grade (about 7 years old) there was a boy in my class who wet his pants pants every day. Like most of the boys in the class he wore white briefs, but he always wore a pair of clear plastic pants over the top of his underpants.

He used to sit next to me for most of our lessons and I frequently saw his plastic pants sticking up above the waistband of his school shorts. Sometimes if we were sitting cross-legged on the floor, you could also see his plastic pants up the leg of his shorts. I remember the crinkling sounds that the plastic pants made when he moved, and the smell (he was a fairly grubby kid from a rough family). A few times I think I even heard him pissing into his plastic pants as he sat beside me.

When I first started at the school, one of the older boys pointed out to me that he wore plastic pants and told me what his nickname was (although I forget now) and how everyone teased him on the bus. He even flipped open the top of this boy's backpack while it was hanging up outside the classroom to show me the spare pair of plastic pants that were sitting inside.

He used to change his plastic pants (but not his underwear) in the school toilets during lunch when he'd wet himself, which I think was virtually every day.

I can remember being fascinated by this boy initially, and sympathetic of his problem and how he was constantly being teased on the playground, but eventually I became envious of him. At the time I couldn't explain it but I absolutely wished I was the one who had to wear plastic pants to school.

I was the kid who kept a chandelier of clothes in the nurses office. I wore Stay Dry underpants but they would leak. I was ashamed.

I never had any accidents in school (Darn it! Though it would have been horrible at the time, I'm sure that I'd cherish the memories today!).

In Kindergarten there was a girl named Deloris who was wearing a dress and peed in her panties while sitting in her chair. Several people teased her and she just smiled at them and told them "Oh it's not pee, it's lemonade!"

Then the next year in first grade there was a guy named John who pooped his pants. This was during "Story Time" when everyone sat around in a two-row half circle as the teacher read a story. Several of us started smelling poop and figured out it was him and, indeed, you could see a wet spot with brown in the middle in the back of his pants. The teacher led him out of the room and they called his mother to come pick him up. The next day he told everyone that he did it because he didn't want to miss "Story Time".

I (NATURALLY!) was intrigued by this and later went home, hid down in the basement, and tried this myself. Though it would be years before I'd venture back into pooping my pants / diapers, I do remember that I very much enjoyed it. But this didn't end well. When done I put the poopy pants into a plastic bag and hid them in the basement then forgot about them. A few days later my father found them, and BOY DID I GET IN TROUBLE. It was so bad that after this, I didn't have any more wetting fun for 5-6 years when I rediscovered it during puberty.

About this time (I was a sophomore in high school) there was a big incident at my school in which a girl named Laura asked the teacher if she could use the restroom. The teacher told her "No, you must wait until after class!" Then Laura defiantly stood up next to her desk and completely soaked herself. I didn't see this (ALAS!) but was told that pee was running down her legs and made a big puddle on the floor, after which she sat back down in her chair with a big smirk on her face. Then she wore her soaked shorts / panties for the rest of the day. I STILL often think about that, and how much I'd have loved to have her sit on my face in those peed-in panties at the end of the day, when getting myself off in my diapers!

I sure have peed my pants at school on several occasions. Got hot and bothered too. And not just me. My click o chicks(my group of friends) they were also turned on by my pissy panties ? we were quite a few naughty girls and enjoying the piss of your friends while still in class is erotic.

I vividly remember wetting my pants in first grade. It was near the end of the day and I thought I could make it til the bell in 15 minutes. Totally soaked and the teacher called me to turn in my assignment. I walked to the front of the room red faced with a book partially covering my crotch - she asked if I needed to use the rest room and - as nonchalantly as I could - I said "no thanks, I'm fine!"

Don't think other kids noticed - I wasn't teased - just embarrassed around the teacher for a few days!

I wasn't even toilet trained until the end of second grade, had a separate incontinent episode sixth through ninth grade, and went to my graduation dance in training pants.

I think remember wet spots on my pants and underwear was also a late potty trainee was also have autism+dd.

Hmm.. you know, I'd forgotten this happened to me! Once had an accident in elementary school. The principal or whoever it was (also nurse I think, by how he handled things), took me into the nurses office/clinic, and helped me change into some spare clothes they had. I distinctly remember his very very gentle white latex-gloved hands, and how he told me everything was OK, and that these things happen. I think he offered to help wipe me or something, and I know he undressed and dressed me for sure. I was talking about and crying at how mad my dad was going to be at me, for peeing my pants, and this guy was so nice to me. I..think I was 6 or 7 maybe.

Yes, I did get SCREAAAAAMED and cussed at in my face, by my father for quite a while (better part of an hour), for peeing my pants on accident. I… don't remember if he grabbed me by the neck this time or not. It truly was an accident, as I'd had to pee real bad, thought I was fine and was heading to the bathroom, then just let go like a waterfall, nothing I could do, and started freaking out.

Now that I think about it, I think I had messed my undies very badly once at school too. Same school I think possibly. I remember being quite sick at the time as well. The nurse then too, just took care of everything. I was so upset I couldn't even look at myself, couldn't handle touching my clothes or anything.. She took care of everything. Didn't make a fuss about it, didn't make a scene about it, just told her what happened while crying rivers. On went the gloves, etc.. and to the bathroom we went to sort it out. She was very nice and gentle with me.

I.. don't remember getting screamed at for this one, may have been younger, or my dad might have been on a business trip or something.

I wore diapers and rubber pants well into the first grade before I was finally able to potty train during the day. Still had to wear them at night because of bedwetting well into my teens. Of course I had accidents in the first few years of school, and my teachers were pretty good about it. Mom had told them I had a hard time potty training. She used to walk me home at lunch time so she could change my diapers until I stopped needing during the day. I think the last time I had an accident and wet my pants I was in the fifth grade. I was really embarrassed and had a big wet spot on my pants and some of my classmates made fun of me.

I remember having a pants wetting accident in the 6th grade. On the last day of school before summer break, we had our yearly “field day”, which was a whole day of competitions between the various classes. I signed up for the three legged race with my best friend. Since we were both pretty uncoordinated, we both had a terrible time of trying to run down the field with our legs tied together. We began laughing at our shared predicament, and I laughed so hard that my bladder just let go and completely emptied. There I was standing there tied to my best friend with the front of my pants completely soaked. Everyone saw this happen, and I just couldn't get up the nerve to go back into the school with my wet pants. I walked the three blocks back to my house, only to have my mom meet me at the door. I told her what had happened, and that it was a legitimate accident. She was very unsympathetic to my situation, told me to change my clothes and go back to school. She angrily pulled my wet pants and underpants off and threatened to send me back to school wearing my night diapers and plastic pants under my clean pants. I begged her not to do that, and she finally relented and let me wear my regular underpants under my pants back to school. When I got back to school, I walked into the classroom where the whole class was staring and laughing at me. I soon found out that kids of this age can be quite cruel. when school was finally over, everyone gathered around me taunting me and calling me names like pee-pants, big baby, etc. When I started walking home in tears, a girl who lived a few doors down from me, walked home with me. She told me not to feel bad because accidents happen. She told me that all of the girls felt sorry for me, and that she had some bladder problems herself. She said lifted up her dress and showed me that she was wearing training pants and plastic pants. I was shocked because I would have never suspected. As she was showing me what she was wearing, I noticed that her training pants were quite damp. She told me that she still had to wear diapers at night, just like I did. When I finally got to my house, I was again met at the front door by my angry mother, who grabbed me by the arm and took me up to my bedroom. She pulled off my shoes and socks, and demanded that I take all of my clothes off. Then she got two of my night diapers and my plastic pants, pushed me onto my bed, and diapered me. She told me that since I was now wetting my pants again, I was going to be wearing diapers 24/7 for the rest of the summer. As it turns out, after about a month she relented so that I could go back to wearing my regular undies during the daytime. It appears that my mother had a very effective way of keeping me from wetting my pants, and I never did it again.

I don't recall seeing (or hearing about) any “pooping” accidents in elementary school..but occasional vomiting incidents did occur..The Janitor would be dispatched to clean it up…he had some sort of powder he'd apply to the mess that had a gosh--awful chemical smell to it that would linger in the hallway for about half an hour…Nasty.. was a under statement.Timeline on this would be 1959--64. Most of these barfing episodes were attributed to “ the stomach virus ”.

I remember wetting my pants in first grade several times. I went to a catholic school and the nuns were horrible. This was in 1957. I went to public school and day time accidents ceased. Night time bedwetting never really stopped 100%

Oh yes, unfortunately. Even at home I had a real bad tendency to wait as long as I possibly could. At school I didn't like to ask in class or at recess I didn't want to miss any playtime. So I held it a lot and had accidents. Sometimes, especially if I'd just peed my pants a little, no one noticed. Other times I had to go to the nurse and get changed.

There was another boy I sometimes played with and he peed his pants at recess a lot too so I wasn't the only one.