I pooped in a bag…

I was desperate….early morning, my daughter was in the shower getting ready for school. We had tacos the night before. We have one bathroom in our house and no place for me to seek refuge. I waited and waited and it seemed to drag on for hours. Stomach bubbling. Asshole puckering. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had a paper bag in my room. I closed the doors, squatted down and felt the sweet relief only those with IBS understand. HOT. BUTT. MUD. I quickly wiped with tissues and put the bag in a grocery sack and outside the front door like we would if the dog had an accident in the house. Sweet relief took over me and I quickly fell asleep. Only to wake up to my alarm to take my daughter to the bus. I dropped her off at the bus stop and continued on with my morning. I left for work and forgot about the bag. To my surprise when i came home from work, my daughter had taken the bag to the dumpster to help out. Thinking it was dog shit... She carried a bag of MY SHIT from the house to the dumpster! I was mortified and never told a soul, until Reddit.