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  1. I went to Catholic school too. It was brutal with the bathroom breaks! Most kids did not have accidents after about 3rd grade as I recall. There did seem to be a large number of close calls though. I too, always had the feeling that I was the only one that always needed to pee so badly all the time. I am convinced that that is at least partly the cause of my fetish
  2. Yes! More than one in fact
  3. My last genuine "public" wetting was, like Wettingman, at a rather late age. Very end of 9th grade, so, age 14. End of the school day. Had to go really bad, pretty much as usual. Would have made it to the bathroom in time but the teacher gave the class a 10 minute detention "nuisance" detention for general rowdiness. Longest 10 minutes of my life. I had had many embarrassing occasions like that but at that age, in class, it was particularly humiliating. Later on I had a less embarrassing accident. Last class, late in the day. After begging the teacher a few times to let me go she relented. Unfortunately I did about half of it in my pants running to the boy's bathroom but the bell rang and classes were over so I was able to slip out without a big public display. At 15 I came home after school one day desperate (again, as usual) but mother was tying up the bathroom doing her hair and made me wait. "I'll only be a minute." It's not like she didn't know what time I came home every day or that I usually needed t go really bad. After several very long minutes of pacing around in the hallway and repeatedly reminding her of how bad I needed to go, my pacing sort of seized up and I froze stiff. No amount of willpower was going to put off the inevitable. Legs together, knees bent, tears streaming down my face my bladder gave up. Pee started forcing itself out and I couldn't stop it. Gushing into my pants. When mother opened the door (finally!) she just stared for what seemed an eternity. All I could think of to say was "I peed in my pants!" (How obvious!)
  4. The small trashcan in my bedroom. We had only one bathroom in my house and sometimes coming home from school it was tied up and I'd have to go really bad.
  5. Usually I'd get scolded for having accidents but a few times mother saw the necessity. A few times on long rides when she didn't want to stop and knew I was really needing to go she said "Try to hold it but if you can't it's OK" . I never immediately took advantage of the opportunity and just let go, but when I could no longer hold it it was nice knowing I wouldn't get in trouble. Younger sister still teased me about it tough.
  6. Never actually did it in my pants but had many close calls over the years
  7. My goodness. This brings back memories of my own childhood. I hate to admit it but I had several similar experiences like that. My mother never got wrapped up in Pokemon etc because that didn't exist then but many times I was required to hold it till we got home and many times had extremely embarrassing accidents. While in the car she'd never want to stop for me. And I swear she deliberately took the long way home. At the supermarket or other shopping venue she'd always insist that I hold it. It happened many times and yes, even as late as age 14 and often with my 3 yrs younger sister present. Then I'd get punished or yelled at about "you should be ashamed of yourself wetting your pants at your age!" "Did you pee in your pants again! Can't you even wait till we get home ?!" "How could you?! Your sister never does that!" Humiliating
  8. Same here. I like the desperation more than the actual relief.
  9. That's about where I was. It wasn't an outside thing that I had witnessed and affected me. I was the one who was already doing the pants wetting and bed wetting and that let to the path I followed
  10. Not omo-exclusively but heavily omo-influenced My theory is entering puberty as a bed wetter. Sexual thoughts, sexual dreams, coinciding with wetting. (Even a few late daytime pants-wetting accidents) Waking up in wet pajamas and a wet bed with an erection wanting to masturbate. It all sort of imprinted
  11. I've never done it while exercising/working out that I can recall. But I have released varying amounts while shoveling snow. Something about the cold, exertion, and the semi-crouch positioning all coming together I guess,
  12. Twice in 5th or 6th grade. Just getting home from school and needing to go super bad. Mother was tying up the bathroom doing her hair. I kept begging her to hurry but she just kept telling me to hold it till she was done. Couldn't hold it. Humiliating experiences at the time
  13. Growing up by accident: Wet pants dozens of times. Close calls probably hundreds Wet bed: age 9 till 15.... hundreds? As an adult: On Purpose: Many dozens of times at home alone By accident: Maybe 3 or 4 tiems but lots of close calls
  14. I know the teachers I had in school, almost all of them female, sure loved making me hold it. Even into high school. I got the distinct impression they were getting off on it.