Does anyone know a shameful shitter that has no problem talking about it, only doing it?

My take is that the shameful shitter has problems talking about poop and pooping in public. The shameless shitter, on the other hand, has no problems with either of those activities. TrashcanMan has been working on a collaborative project with Dave: the shameless shitting doctrine. TCM should be able to define the parameters of shameful/shameless shitter for you with much more authority than I.

Well, me for the one. I am in full support of shameless shitting... we're working on the doctrine as we speak. But I still have trouble waltzing in to the crapper, saying hi to my boss, and dropping a duece. I'm a shameful shitter, but I run PoopReport. What a duality my life is.

I agree with Dave. I will talk and joke about poop anytime. I still hate to do it at a public restroom, and I will do almost anything to avoid using a public restroom that doesn't have doors or working locks.

There is nothing shameful about not wanting to go in public or in an open stall. I don't. I'm an excellent pooper and i do so at work quite a bit, but that's not the same as a dingy public bathroom. I would rather take a shit in an open stall than shower with about 50 other men in a gym(or as i did in basic training). When I'm sitting down atleast other guys don't stare at my Johnson.

But that gets off topic. Ever sit in a seat(non bathroom) that's still warm from it's last occupant? I find that rather gross but not intollerable(are they warm individuals, or did they pass gass into the seat cussion). A public crapper is much the same way but worse. You never know what went on in there just ten minutes before, who was getting laid or doing crack(as in the drug, not the sexual act). If everyone respected a shitter as a shitter, I'd go anywhere peacably, aside from the open stalls. Even a man who doesn't mean bad at all can glance into something like that for a second too long and creep a person out.

It's a complex issue and everyone has their reasons.

On coming out of the stall red faced, it's not always embarrasment, sometimes it's effort, or were doing something else in there...

There are places not to talk about poop, board meetings, dinner, during movies, but everyone has a different level to the rule.

The AF is a very politically correct work environment.

That means you really have to watch your mouth or you'll get slapped by social services(or whatever it's called now) with a sexual harrassment.

What have I taken away from Poop Report? Poop harrasment and sexual harrasment are two totally different things. It will be a cold day in hell when someone actually files a poop harrasment charge, thanks to all the shy poopers who don't want to discuss it.

There is nothing wrong with taking a dump away from home but why don't girls do it.Guys can shit everywhere they want with no regrets.Girls are shamefull shitters but some don't want to be (eg. me).i long for the day when i can take a dump away from home and that when i come out of the stall i don't get dirty looks.Can anyone tell when that day will come????

When it comes to turds,me and my wife have a great relationship. I shit a lot more than she does,and I am always inquiring about her "brown guys". Sometimes she yells at me when I forget to buy her Metamucil,and she has to push hard to get those little buggers out. Our water pressure at home is not the greatest and occasionally she leaves me a souvenir.

I am a real shamefull shitter, i would never poop at school or work. I would always wait till I got home. Even in agony holding one in..I would still wait.I was that embarassed about it.

i;m shamefl, but would get turned on if my significnt other watched me take a shit. wouldn't it be cool if 2 people went out to eat, came home, and both had to shit at the same time, and had his and her toilets where u both could dump and fart at the same time that would be the test for love.

After coming out of the bathroom, you should feel worthy of praise. My girlfriend is a shameful shitter, she sneaks out of there after leaving a nasty ass stench and marks in the can. Her dung is not as foul as mine though

e.t. - you mean you'd be turned on sexually if your partner watched while you sat and had a huge shit?

And I love your idea about two people having to shit at exactly the same time on side by side toilets....... in fact there are one or two posts about side by side toilets on this site but no his and hers stories...... come on readers - someone must have some stories on this subject.

Or - perhaps more likely how about stories about couples shitting at the same time on a single pan?? I would love to try this one but haven't found the right girl or the right opportunity - yet.......

I really enjoyed this

to jack splash- yeah, i used to fantasize what it would be like sharing the same toilet while you and your mate took a shit. it would be fun to place bets whose dump is bigger, and who can fart louder. it would have to be 2 thin people for both of their asses to fit on the toilet seat. but if you can't, 2 toilets side by side would be great if you really felt close with someone. if 2 people had to dump at the same time, no one would feel embarassed. , the closeness would be unbelievable.

Sometimes people develop a condition like this, from a traumatising experience they might have had when they were using the restroom.

They develop a false concept that if go poop, everyone will focus their attention on them, and maybee even talk about it.
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I have no problems pooping in public (my IBS makes it necessary for me to do this quite frequently), especially since I'm a quick pooper and I figure most people don't really care about whether I just took a dump or not. However, I can't talk about it openly. Weird, isn't it? It's just how I was raised, I guess. My parents always encouraged us to go whenever/wherever we had to and to them, pooping was as natural as ever. THEY have no problem talking about it. My husband's the same way...he'll poop wherever, but whenever people talk about it, he turns red and changes the topic. I don't think I've ever pooped in front of him, but he often goes in the bathroom after I'm done and he'll poop in front of me. We're pretty open about stuff like that. I think the only time he ever talked about his bowels was the time when he was walking home from Shopko and talking to me on the phone at the same time. Walking ALWAYS makes him have to go and he was talking and kind of gasping while talking to me. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had to take a dump, BAD. I consoled him and he asked me if eating half a pepperoni pizza for dinner could have been the culprit. I told him that sometimes if you throw the pH of your intestines off, they empty within about 5 minutes and you have to go...NOW. He sighed and said "Well, I'm hoping that doesn't happen until I get upstairs and in the bathroom". I had to laugh...he was silent for a while while I heard him fumble with his belt and then all of a sudden I heard a loud sploosh and a huge sigh. "Wow, that's a lot of poop...I bet the pizza's what did it" Too funny :)

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I think I suffer from a mild form of PAGS. I have no problem talking about it with you guys, but anyone else, the subject makes me feel very embarrassed and ashamed. I feel this way even when I take a dump. I notice that PAGS is more often seen in women, and I think this is because society teaches women that we must be perfect. A perfect woman doesn't poop, and what man would want her if she does do such a thing?

P.S. I love poop, fart and toilet humor in general very much and I'm open to discussing the bowel habits of OTHER people...but not my own. If I could have it my way, no one would guess that I ever pooped.

Sometimes we're forced to talk about pooping. Such is the case with my mother. Last week while cleaning my underwear she noticed that I had skidmarks on several of them and she asked me if I was wiping correctly.
I'm in high school and the problem is the crowded toilets and only five minute passing periods. I shit almost daily--usually at mid-morning--and I can only get two or three wipes in before I need to get up off the stool and literally run to class. My mom suggests that I get a hall pass and go during class. Get real! A lot of girls spend even more time on the stools then because it's a way to break up the boredom and get out of classes. Both she and my social studies teacher, agree however, that I'm a maverick of sorts with liberal or possibly libertarian beliefs.
I have broken the analysis of my situation down to three things: what I'm wearing on a given day impacts the level of skidmarks on my panties. If I wear shorts, there's some because they are loser fitting. When I wear sweats there's almost none because they are very loose fitting. The biggest skidmarks come on days when I wear my jeans because they are tight and, when I sweat, my panties stick to my hole.
My mother compares the condition of my panties with those of my sister, who is two years older, and who goes to a parochial school which is much smaller than mine. She has much more time on the stool. However, I'll take the skidmarks because, as my dad who runs a small insurance agency says--it's just the choice I make and the cost of doing business. The alternatives, dentention time or "holding it" don't excite me.

Dani--are you sure you're not my long-list twin sister? My mom asked me the same question right after I started high school in August. Urrrg! I told her the truth and it escalated into even more of a conflict between her and me. I told her our 6 minute passing periods don't give us enough time AND often when I reach for toilet paper there is none because so many of the older girls waste it by putting it down on the seat BUT THEY PEE STANDING UP SO I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY WASTE IT! Mom's worried about me catching some disease by sitting on the seats and said it's three-times more likely since I use the bathroom three times during the average school day. She also says some women she knows stand and shit, but I know I'll never be able to do that. I guess I should just start doing my own laundry, skidmarks and all because me and my friends don't see any extension of school passing periods coming this year!

I can relate to what Dani said. I, too, am afflicted or should I say infected with PAGS.

Until this year I could count on one hand the number of times I've had to poop at school. In elementary school and in middle school, it was when I had eaten something that disagreed with me and things such as squash would go right through my system. If mom would serve it at dinner or we ate out, the next morning I was unoading it at a special stop shit during the school day. It would usually be during first hour and involve an excessively soft stool--just short of diarrhea. Perhaps most menancing to me was the fact that I had to SIT DOWN to release it; otherwise I would pee two or three times a week but mom had taught me to lift the seat and squat. By the 8th grade I had gotten pretty adept at it, but sitting down to shit was something I tried to avoid. Although most of my friends thought nothing of it, putting my butt on those big black seats was a turnoff. I remember once, during my freshman year of just sitting the very back of my thighs on the seat so as to better protect myself from the "germs" my grandmother also had taught me to fear. The problem, however, was that I pooped over the front of the bowl and in curling the stool dirtied my entire pubic area. It was even grosser having to wipe the front of the bowl down and pick up about a half inch of it on the floor, which got to that point by sliding alongside my jeans. Because I was gone longer than the maximum time of 5 minutes, I got a detention from my Consumerism teacher.

This year I've learned from my friends that being comfortable shitting at school and using a public bathroom, for that matter, comes with practice. To pee, I now sit down, although I do wipe the seat off it there's some pee splashed on it (sorry--but I'm a FORMER hover pisser!) and as a senior I do relieve myself whenever I have to instead of waiting until I get home or we get to a friend's house.

Although I still have some characteristics of PAGS, I'm working on overcoming them. I plan to go to George Washington University and I will be away from home and in a much larger city.

I intend to have completely put the PAGS behind me by then.

I agree with Dani. My mom too has asked about the skidmarks on my underwear and even had the adacity to tell me I need to wipe more carefully. SORRY but there's only so much time between classes and this afternoon when I went in after school and took a good, full poop (my first in four days) there was only enough tissues on the roll to allow me a couple of wipes. I went into the adjacent stall and sat down to finish only to find that there was only one wipe's worth of paper available. Then, in the third and final stall there was nothing. I actually finished when I got off the bus and reached home. Substantial skidmarks had already been created. I also agree that shitting during class is worthless because so many kids just go in and sit for no reason in order to break up the boredom of our 90 minute class periods. If anything, custodians need to watch the restrooms more closely not just for cleaning (I hate the stalls with the water level at the top of the bowl and shit and pee floating about) but also to make sure there's enough toilet paper. For me, both are really big turnoffs that make our school restrooms suck and too many of us girls just try and hold it until we get home.

I admit it: I was afflicted with PAGS. I graduated as an honor student in 1979 without ever having taken a bowel movement at my school. I would accompany my friends to the bathroom before school, right after school and sometimes during the lunch hour, but when I had to go, I would hold it. Then I had to make up excuses (I'll join up with you at the mall later but I have to stop home and get my money) or (the last half of the concert will only be an hour or so and I think I'll just hold it because those lines will be really, really long)so many times that even my closest of friends bought into it. I remember a Shaun Cassidy & Eric Carmen concert where my best friend Denise had me stand in line with her for nearly 15 minutes just to get a stall, she sat down and released one giant dump that I remember being loud by my limited standards and she said she felt great after releasing "three days worth" but I just couldn't bear to go in even though she tried to coax me. That night I took a laxative and mom excused me from my first and second hour classes until I could move my bowels at home.

I kept my record intact even though I worked in telemarketing during the day and took community college classes in the eveing. The 10 a.m. start time I selected was great because I could poop at home before going into work, or if the urge was to come later, I would hold it until I got back home and had an hour-long break before heading off to class.

Curiously, I never had a problem peeing in a public bathroom. At least once, or sometimes twice a day, at school or work I would sit down, pee and think nothing of it. On ocassion, I would wipe the seat off before sitting on it, but I wasn't a germophobe or anything like that.

When I went on to a four-year college and started living in the dorm, I met my boyfriend who had a family friend who was a counselor who specialized in what I think he called some type of "phobic studies." Anyway, it only took a few sessions for me to learn (and actually with the help of my mother) that when our family was traveling in Oklahoma when I was about six, I was quite constipated, on the stool at a highway reststop, had the head of a full shit starting to come out, but for some reason it hurt too much for me to fully push it out. Mom ended up going to a drug store, getting an enema, and giving me the enema in a public restroom with lots of women around.

Learning this at age 24 enabled me to better deal with my PAGS and since that time I have used every opportunity--and I mean EVERY opportunity--to use the bathroom immediately when I feel a shit coming. Yesterday, at 3 p.m. I was at the middle school to pick up my son. While waiting and drinking a 20-ounce coke, I felt the urge coming on. I unlocked the car door for him and walked confidently into the school to relieve myself. PAGS was then and confidence is now.

Geri's counseling lead to her remembering that she was traumatized by her mom giving her an enema in a public bathroom at the age of 6 when she was constipated. The embarrassment and pain of trying to poop, but not quite getting it to fully pop out and then having an enema given with others around of course is understandable. The mother seems to be insensitive, otherwise it would have been done in a motel/hotel room with more privacy and appropriateness. However, I have heard parents belittle their daughters and outright threaten them ("You better stay on that stool and pee now because there's no more breaks until we get to Chicago in four hours" or "You better make the best of the bathrooms here at McDonalds because if you wait the alternatives will be a lot more filthy" are not things young chldren should hear from their parents. In Kansas, at an Interstate rest stop I heard a mother in the stall next to me pee and then leave and open the door for her daughter to go in. Her comment: "At least you should be thankful that the last person to sit down on that seat was not a ******* ******!" Such intolerance in this day and age can be hurtful to children--especially little girls--who will frequently need to use public toilets. What are parents thinking!!!

I found Geri's posting interesting and just exactly opposite of what I do with my daughter, who if given a chance, would undoubtedly make an argument for special attention due to PAGS. The girl and her friend both had to crap at a concert, stood in line for a good amount of time and finally got to their toilet, but only the friend actually sat down and crapped. Despite coaxing, the other girl refuses to go in, sit down and take her much needed crap. Then she takes a laxative when she gets home and mom calls the school to excuse her from her lst and 2nd hour classes the next morning, or until she takes her crap at home.

Call me insenstive, but I'm not going to aid and abet PAGS by calling you out of school. My daughter, 15, has tried this three or four times this year and to no avail. I don't get paid at my plant if I don't punch in by 6 a.m. and we should be preparing our children for the real world where performance counts and hanging out is not rewarded.

Although they're not as nice as we have in our house, school bathrooms are for peeing and crapping and need to be used. Helping students avoid using them is not doing anyone a favor.

I'm not so sure that I would want my 14-year-old daughter, who had taken a laxative the night before, to have her stool at school if it could involve potential cramping or diarrhea. Ideally, taking the laxative as early as possible the previous evening and possibly getting up earlier and eating or drinking something would trigger the bowel movement necessary while she still was at home. I also have a 12-year-old son who is in middle school and he has come home on two or three occasions so far this year saying he was "grossed out" by somebody that got sick at school and splattered their crap all over the seat and sometimes even onto the stall partitions. I would think that would be not only embarassing but a crushing blow to the self esteem of a boy or girl who would probably, if there were witnesses, never be able to live the incident down.

Normal craps are okey at school, although my children complain about cleanliness, crowding and lack of privacy in the bathrooms, but anything else is best done at home. One or two classes missed is the best choice, considering the alternatives.

About once a month my girl friend won't need a ride to school because she's staying home. Her mother calls her out of school when she's been constipated and has taken a laxative until she's able to have her bowel movement. Then she comes to school late. I crap at school two or three times a week and don't really think anything of it. It's just that I sometimes have to go up a floor or two to a bathroom that has doors on the stall because I do like some privacy, although in emergencies I've used a doorless stall. Other than that, crapping at school is no big thing. I've taken laxatives a few times and crapped at school the next morning. I guess a crap is a crap no matter where you decide to drop it.

I'm a 15-year-old female, with advanced social skills, honor student status and I'm also out for a sport. I do, however, wish Big Boy and several of the others would recognize PAGS for something that it is. With me, it's an affliction that I have had since I started public school. I regularly pee at school and without problem. I squat, have become very efficient, and have almost no shame in completing that task. With PAGS, however, the issues are numerous: my butt touching the seat, the noise created, the mess left by my softer stools, the search for a stall with ample toilet paper and not knowing how much will be needed, eyes on me through the breaks in the door and partition, the smell from my really soft poops, and the knowledge that it's going to take longer and be more predictable than my much more predictable pee. Above and beyond everything else, I just don't like placing my butt on a seat that so many others have sat on and doing something that I would much prefer to do at home. If it's after about 2 p.m., I will generally hold it until I get home. However, if I have practice that day, a game or another activity, I have no choice but going through a routine that I would certainly like to avoid. Don't tell me to talk to my mother because she has it too.

my supervisor is the worst. i know what she's doing when she goes to the downstairs bathroom.. and half the time i call her out on it. she get's soo upset and tells me to keep it down and that's not why she's going down there (sure)...she doesn't want anyone to know. then i ask her how her dump was and she tries to pull it off as if she didn't just drop a huge load... she doesn't shit...NOOOOOOOOO.

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all aboard the farty train to pooterville..if you can't shit at my house, we aren't friends

Taylor lists many of the reasons why I know I suffer from PAGS and have since I was in public school more than 15 years ago. Because I was singled out and got made fun of, I just got in the habit of holding it. Junior high was worse, but to my surprise, high school wasn't any better even though there was double the number of bathrooms in our large school and according to my math-whiz boyfriend, a better mathematical chance that I would be the only user in some of the restrooms. Nevertheless, I got into the habit of waiting until after school got out and then I went in and crapped before I started my long walk (15 blocks) home because I saw that as an opportunity for an accident.

Now I work in a large office building and hold my crap until just after 5 p.m. After the other 300 employees leave I go to the large bathroom on my floor and have my daily bowel movement before I head out to get my train. Both my best friend and husband know that PAGS is difficult to shake and can cause one to do some really predictable things to avoid the inevitable.