Shortly after I started transitioning i had to use the bathroom and someone saw me go in. They waited outside for me to leave and glared at me while I did.

My manager later pulled me aside to apologize for the incident and assure me it wouldn’t happen again, the person had been talked to. I didn’t realize how it could have been even more mortifying until then.

High school graduation. There was really nothing to do about it, sitting through all the long speeches, in piercing pain. Ran straight for the stalls after.

I was stuck in a tunnel going to pick someone up from the airport and really had to pee, like emergency had to go. So I tried to pee in a bottle on the down low, and ended up having to stop short and hurt my penis very badly. When I finally got to the airport and was able to finish urinating there was blood in it so that was fun

was at the convention center in new orleans. Used the bathroom at some point in the morning and was easy to find as each sorta block had a mens and a womens with the womens farther out and the mens closer to the cooridor. Later was in a session and near the end my bowels were telling me they could not wait but made it to the end of the talk and dashed out and around the corner and into the stall and my clenched up sphincter let loose. Oh man that was such a relief. Hey wait. I don’t remember seeing urinals when I dashed in. Was lucky and was able to finish and get out and looked at the sign. So I guess out of fairness they alternated the bathrooms or something so on one the mens would be closer to the cooridor and then the next one the womens would be. oof.

Anytime I have anxiety, my entire body wants to do multiple core dumps as quickly as possible, so every time is awkward.

Most awkward recently was being called over to help search for a lost cat. 30 minute drive where increasingly I have to go. Get there, go instead of search. Search. No cat.

Find him inside after going to the bathroom another time. So he was never lost, just being a cat.