Stanley79

More photos at https://lsda.jsc.nasa.gov/Hardware/hardw/764 Yes. NASA really does have pee pages.

Re movie theaters: A movie theater employee manual of the 1970s had a section on cleaning urine out to theater seats. It must have been a common event. Gemmy, That reminds me of a clip I saw (long lost). Two college girls on camera and a third operating the camera - all in a home bathroom. The one waiting on the left was soaked. Apparently, hearing her friend pee gave her a major bladder spasm.

I think it's not yet been said. Different females hole themselves in different ways. 1. Pressing on the entire labial area. Spreads the pee around and make leakage more obvious. Pressing one lip sideways against the pee hole. 3A. Concentrating pressure against the pee hole through clothing. 3B. putting hand into clothing a pressing directly against the pee hole. 4. Putting hand inside clothing with finger slightly in vagina and pressing urethra against pubic bone. In a story somewhere years ago a girl asked her boy fiend to do this. After he got it right the girl told him he was doing the holding. She didn't need to use her muscles. Comments?

Not my mom. But some years ago I lived 30 minutes from a town. Often I had lunch in town, shopped and headed home. About 10 min out the road passed a park (with a miniature, live steam train ride yet). Usually, I did my after-lunch pee in that park's restrooms. Something was on my mind and I spaced out. A couple kilometers later I noticed my bladder -- felt like it had been trying to get my attention for some time. No good place to turn around. If things got bad I'd do a woods pee in the undeveloped park on the way. Then traffic due to a ferry boat unloading halted my cross road traffic. Before my side road traffic started moving again, I lost a spurt. It didn't show. I'd stop at the undeveloped park. Then another spurt. It showed. Didn't want park visitors to see. Onward to home where light woods obscured my front door and I could get in unseen. Reached my living room without incident. But just then the landline rang. Hoping it was kin or a friend, I'd simply tell them to wait a minute. Dang! Dang! Dang! It was employment related -- not a suitable time for pee-pee desperation. And I'd started chain spurts. I put my knees together and peed onto the hardwood floor while trying to keep my voice steady. Mopping up a small lake, my bladder signaled again before I finished. However, at a previous time I worked steady hours (and had only a landline), I developed habitual behavior: Arrive home, pee, eat dinner and reading or hobby bench until needing an after-dinner pee. Being close to my home facilities, when engaged in reading or hobby, I put off the after-dinner pee. Can't count the times my aunt phoned just as I got up to pee. Several times I gave times I preferred to be phoned. She never countered with an alternative schedule, she just ignored my request. I didn't remind her of my small bladder. She'd been very close to my family during my childhood and her daughters baby sat me almost every time my folks went out. She knew the bladder part. She and her daughters had to same issue. I bought an answering machine I turned on outside my preferred telephone hours.

A girl cousin, first steady and two land ladies when I was boarding. Seemingly, a guy I was instant messaging with whose girlfriend was changing him while we texted. One time my mother had two of her sisters over. I was fiddling with something on the basement workbench. The tape had fallen off the heating duct work above the bench. So I heard the conversation progressing in my mother's bedroom. Right after my father started showering one of the sisters admitted he's been looking for a good break in the conversation for 20 minutes. Their conversation turned 120% to holding when not sure they could. The speech became much more animated -- all describing holding problems at the same time. Sort of odd became they grew up in a house lacking plumbing until mom was in her late teens. They shared a bedroom and chamber pots. They must have known each others' bladder capacity. It seemed low all around. Some years later I visited one of the aunts from that overheard conversation. She shared some sweets brought out coffee for the two of us. I drank one cup of coffee as we continued chatting. Having places to be that evening, I watched the clock. About and hour and forty minutes by bladder signaled. Being close to the bathroom, i put off peeing to continuing the conversation. About 15 or 20 minutes and continued holding felt uncertain. So I excused myself. When I returned my aunt said something like, "My you have good bladder control. You were here for almost two hours before peeing." She'd been tracking how long I could last between pees?

A novel with a teen girl and boy in a store deserted for the night. Girl: "There must be a restroom around here." Boy: "I wouldn't be too sure of that." Girl: "No. There MUST be a restroom around here!" As she looks round she grabs the boy's arm and nods toward a manikin dressed in spring denims. Its pose has changed in the recent four minutes. The story didn't say so. But easy to imagine a little stain at that point.

No point in my trying. I already know drinking a liter and trying to hold, I'll wet twice in four hours or less (assuming I start normally hydrated). But for those who've not timed their long waits, this sounds like an entertaining approach.

Sometimes my urge starts with dispersed discomfort about half way between my navel and the point where my penis meets my body (bladder urge). Other times the urge starts with pressure displaced to my penis tip. After I wait, both sensations operate. Whichever, it stays the same for months before changing. I have some hypotheses about muscle and nerve conditioning changing. But I have no evidence. Very rarely my urge starts as a more focused, sharper discomfort just above my public bone. Being curious about urination I found a health-book explanation in my tweens. It diagrammed the trigone (source of bladder sensation) and the bladder neck urethra junction (urethral sensation) being close together. But in processing the nerve impulses the male brain displaces the sensation so it feels like it comes from the penis. Anything I could say about displaced sensation in females would be a wild guess.

Is you urge steady or does in come in waves (have strong moments, then ease up between the strong moments)?

Mavis, Can you grow cheetah ears? Do you already have cheetah ears under your hair?

Agree about pee movies and stories in the late evening. I prefer stories to get my imagination generating peeing images. An herbal tea with relaxing properties can help. If liquids have you waking to use the water closet before you get into a sound sleep, back off on liquids a little. Try various clothing -- normal pajamas, the type resembling light sweat pants, just underwear, shorts, nothing. . .

When I was a child, "water closet" was used (along with other terms) within about 70 miles of the boarder with Canada -- at least in Washington state west of the Cascade Mountain range.

DeltaFoxtrot, Thank you. I didn't know that. Stanley

For me cutting the hair back to 2 cm or 3/4" suffices and looks more normal should I shower at a public swimming pool or such. I'm not a doctor. If either of the following worry you, consult medial journals and other genuine medical resources. Some talcum powder has been found to contain asbestos which can cause cancer. This seems to be worst for women. Talc has been found in cancerous ovaries. It easily works its way through body passages. If ovaries, maybe prostrate, too. But research has not yet found asbestos to cause cancer in reproductive glands. So far it's just something that's be found in cancerous glands. Making nerves respond in unusual ways can "train" them to respond in other than the ways society expects. With urine control, such anti-social retraining seems to be rare and mild.

I often wore diapers while with my second wife. It did not seem to bother her. She could be spacey about it. One time we arrived at a picnic were she unloaded the car while I was busy with something else. Fortunately, I noticed the brown bag with my diapers on the picnic table before anyone opened the bag and arranged the diapers on a serving plate.