Uhm.... keep up the good work.

I don't like people knowing it's me in the stall.

I'll let you poo in front of me Doniker, you can get used to it that way. ;)

Way to go, Doniker! I'm so excited for you. You recognize you have a problem and you're taking small steps to overcome it. You are truly an inspiration to me. I'm an extremely Shameful Shitter but Poop Report is helping me to take small steps towards my liberation. I won't poop if anyone is around, but I can now admit to my husband that I had a poop when he asks why I was in the bathroom so long. It is much less stressful to have this honesty than for me to try to keep up the facade that I never have bowel movements. We'll get there, Doniker!

I am very liberated when it comes to public pooping compared to a couple of years ago.

PoopReport has helped alot, as well as aging and maturing.

Of course the main obstacle for me is to become shameless at work. I am shameless at home in front of my family, and I can be rather shameless in front of strangers if pooping is an emergency.

Even though I have worked at the same place for almost 7 years, 80% of my co-workers are just acquintances so it's tough to shit in front of them.

I always get bound when I try to lay my rope on days where something big is happening, and then inevitably I am driven to the public loo to do my doo in those critical minutes before the big event that bound me up. Does anybody else have problems with stress-induced 'stipation?

here is some holisitc advice from the good doc.

if you are really a man over thirty who is afraid of public mudslides, i have a trick that may fix you up.

first you must have two color television sets. they must be color for this to work. what you need to do, is in the morning before work, wipe the dust off of both screens with the same index finger, and smear it behind each ear. the dust retains static energy, not static cling, and it is this energy that helps you become shameless.

If this was the first time you crapped with someone else in the crapper then this is a MAJOR breakthrough!! Good for you Doniker!!

Did you feel somewhat liberated when the initial stress from the ordeal was over?

Hey Phil Seidel...are you gay or something?

I am sure there are plenty of gay men that will let you watch, ain't gonna happen here.

are you a homophobe? because it is bad if you are one. so just be nice. ;(

I have the same problem where if I know I need to take a shit right now because I have something else to do later which will not allow me easy access to a shitter [of any quality, I am not picky, or shameful by any stretch] I just loose the urge to shit. I have had this happen before tests, while staying over at my girlfriends house (held my shit for over three days and then finally lost it all after a little incident with a 'shitty' quality burrito). On another note, this citrucel, which is supposed to make me shit regular and whatnot, is making me fart like crazy, good thing my girlfriend isn't over, cuz I would be getting the evil eye all night :)

I'm happy for you, Doniker :) One small shit for a Shameful shitter, one giant leap for a shameful shitter... or something like that.

No Doniker, my son is not gay, he just has an Oedipus complex....hence his love of watching me on the throne.

doniker, you da man!! i've never been able to shit

at work. feels like everybody is watching me. i work

10 hours a day and it feels like i will explode before

i get home to the comfort of my porcelain palace.

doniker, you are an ass

thank you.

Doniker has a cute ass.....you bashful pooper you....

thank you more

FUCK YOU TO ALL, WHO ARE PISSED AT ME. I WILL NEVER CHANGE. I WILL SAY WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT. I DON'T CRAVE PRAISE FROM ANYONE, I KNOW I AM THE GREATEST.

i love to shit my pants in pudlic

Go doniker!

I don't have any trouble shitting in public but I do have trouble shitting while I am in a hurry. For some reason my anus just closes up like the lock of a dam.

My progress towards shamelessness has been in stages, from school to university. I suppose that no anonymous coward is completely shameless.

From the age of 4, I was a private shitter, and never liked doing it in public toilets and even less at secondary school, where there were no locks on the doors, which didn’t even stay shut properly. I normally had enough time to do it at home after my breakfast before my mum or my dad gave me a lift to school. Then at the age of 14, I and some other kids wanted to fit in an extra subject at school for our GCSE exams *, which was not possible on the normal school timetable, so the teacher gave us two sessions before school each week (she was given fewer teaching lessons in the normal day to make up for it.) This meant being at school for 8 o’clock, and going on my bike. I realised what that would mean: there was no way I would be ready to download as early as 7.30 in the morning. In the school summer holidays before the early arrangement started, my parents left me in bed to get my own breakfast. I started to take a book into the bathroom to try to alter my routine and shit before breakfast. I dropped my pyjamas trousers and sat down for my first pee of the day, and then got my book to read. But however long I sat, however loud I grunted, or how often (or how hard) I pushed - NOTHING CAME OUT. Even to this day, I cannot shit until I have eaten breakfast. It would be more convenient if I could - any tips please?

But I thought I would 'want to go' when I got to school, before the lesson. That proved to be the case - after my quickly eaten cereal, I took some sandwiches and an apple to eat on the way, when it was safe to do so. The cycling exercised my muscles, not least the ones adjacent to the saddle. I always had some tissue with me, in case I had to dismount and squat in a field, but that never happened. Several guys made their way to the loos to do the same as me (I wouldn’t know about the girls who went early to this class, but presumably the same happened in their toilets.) We had a chat while we shat. The toilets were clean, including the seats, but they were very old-fashioned. There were very small doors and small petitions between the cubicles and sometimes didn‘t stay shut. I got less bothered about being seen, or seeing others. But one tip I did pick up was not to pull my trousers down further than necessary - just enough to uncover my bottom. I think you do it more easily by sitting with your trousers right down to your ankles. But if somebody was going to see me, I wanted some ’modesty’, and the other lads seemed to do the same. (This was one of the topics we did talk about while we sat.)

At university, I was in a ’hall of residence’ for the first two years, with my own private facilities. My best mates on the course decided to rent a house, which would be cheaper. I hesitated at first about joining them, but (a) it was cheaper, and (b) all of us were the most studious on the course, and expected to get good degrees - which we did. I decided that, as we spent a lot of time talking about our work, I would move in, and after a term, I did. It was a big old house, with enough bedrooms for us to have one each. There was only one bathroom, though, with a washbasin, a toilet and a shower. We couldn’t stagger bathroom use, because we all had lectures at the same time.

On my first morning there, after breakfast I went to my bedroom for my toothbrush etc, and went to the bathroom, opened the door, and there was one of the guys sitting on the bog (our expression for the toilet) and another one sitting on the edge of the bath talking to him while waiting his turn. They could tell I was startled. The bogsitter said ’Oh, I don’t think we told you - we don’t lock the door because we haven’t got time to wait for each other.’ He was completely unfazed, as if sitting on the bog was the most natural thing in the world.

I went out, and said I would go and use the ones at our university, and got on my bike.

Nothing else was said, but I felt a bit ashamed of myself, and a bit of a snob. They were my mates. So I decided that I must do the same as they did and put on a show for them. Next morning, I made sure that I would be in the bathroom first, cleaned my teeth and then placed bare bum on bog. I really felt I had to make amends. I peed, but held on to my shit until someone came in. I heard footsteps getting closer, and then there was a knock on the door. ’Is that you, Kev in there?’ I said ’Yes, but you can come in.’ The guy came in whom I burst in on the day before. He said they had felt guilty about not telling me about the bathroom arrangements. I said I had felt guilty about my embarrassment. He cleaned his teeth and sat on the bath and unbuckled his belt for when it was his turn. He remarked that I didn’t pull my trousers down very far. I told him about our school situation which led to my practice. I said ’Do you all pull yours right down?’, and he said ’Yes’. And with that, I pushed mine down to my ankles. It is a more comfortable way to shit anyway, and you probably do more. Then there was another knock on the door. I said ’It’s Kev, but come in.’ I explained to him that I had no need to be embarrassed after my school experience. He cleaned his teeth, and also sat on the bath and also unbuckled HIS belt. (It was all very streamlined!) We had been busy talking, and then I realised that I hadn’t started. I made several huge splashes in the water and then wiped my own seat, and the toilet seat, for the next user. I flushed and pulled my trousers up and the next guy moved over and took my place. That had been quite a baptism of fire, and I think as well as a university degree in physics, I had graduated in shamelessness. You learn that however clever, famous or wealthy you are, everybody shits, and if they don’t, there is something the matter with them. We were a group of very serious lads, but it was a way of unwinding and light relief - sometimes quite heavy relief. There was a bit of humour about counting each other’s plops. And couldn’t we shit? - all of us. We didn’t look at what each other had done, but we could hear it. Occasionally, but not too often, smell it. We had a high fibre diet with a lot of fruit and vegetables. One of them I REALLY envied. He could have his shit as soon as he got out of bed, while others of us were having our shower, and then step into the shower, without having to undress twice.

In one thing we weren’t very well organised. Checking the toilet roll. But we bought it in bulk, I think about 18 rolls at a time, and the 5 of us got through quite a lot. If there wasn’t any, you didn’t go down to the kitchen cupboard to get some. You might lose your turn. You let the next guy go and get some.

We DID buy our own paper, and never ran out. Some of the girls sharing a house admitted that they pinched some from the university toilets.

We have now gone our separate ways, but we keep in touch by email. We shan’t resume the practice when we meet, but it helped to bond us together as friends during a stage in our life which is now passed.

*General Certificate of Secondary Education, in the English system

Doniker, have you considered therapy for your shamefulness?

You go Doniker. I know being shamefull isn't easy, but you have broken ground to becoming shameless. It is a great start.
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