You Were So Scared You Peed Your Pants? I Puckered Up!

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Sigmund

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Jan 3, 2010
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Good evening.

May all be well.

I have heard/read people say they were so scared they peed their pants!

I can kinda/sorta understand that reaction. (Not really. Ha!)

The times I have been really, really, REALLY been scared...I ...PUCKERED up!

No urine, no nothing! (Yeah, yeah, double negative. Deal with it.)

The times I have been in a situation that was horrendous, appalling, devastating... I *puckered* up.

You all know what I mean. (Fess up!)

I was soooo scared...I puckered up and a shadow could not have passed thru my anus. (Or yours!)

Would you be so kind and let me (us) know what your scariest moment was?

Peace.
 

Grandpa

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I guess my scariest moments were: An auto accident, where a kid blew through a stop sign, and we collided in a pretty big crash; a bungy jump (it was only scary as you're standing up there); and my heart attack. I soiled myself in none of them.

- The Next Person
 

Sundrop

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Jun 12, 2008
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I haven't ever been that scared......but a friend of mine was.
He was involved in an altercation in which he was in fear for his life. There was a champion kickboxer who decided to pick a fight with my friend
over some girl.....he was a foot taller and outweighed my friend by at least 100 pounds. The kickboxer threatened my friend, and kicked him to the ground.....my friend peed his pants. He went home to change his clothes, and the kickboxer followed him, kicked through the door, and my friend shot the kickboxer.....my friend literally crapped his pants. I cannot imagine being that scared, and I hope I never am.
 

DiO'Bolic

Not completely obtuse
Nov 14, 2013
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Poconos, PA
When I was 12 I thought it would be fun and interesting to join a newly forming Explorer branch of the Boy Scouts. Our scout leaders were to be the two roughest town hooligans, who were being given an option from a judge for crimes they committed to either serve their time in jail or become scout leaders. They opted for the scout leader role. Our first meeting involved the tying of various knots. The scout leaders were quickly bored with that, as were we, and said we would be hiking the Appalachian Trail the next weekend instead of meeting in the borough room located under the police station (which gave them the creeps). "Oh yeah," this is what I signed up for.

Our hike was going well until we came to the bridge at the gap in the mountain over the Lehigh River (pictured below). The leaders thought it would be fun for all those brave enough to cross over... via the girders underneath the bridge. Never one to pass up a good dare, I was one of the three kids who accepted the challenge rather than walking across on top safe and sound. You had to crawl on all fours of the beams until reaching a vertical girder, then stand up holding on and swing yourself to the other side, going back down on all fours to continue... over and over again. About half way across, the winds really picked up and you had to hold on for dear life to keep going. Looking down at the rocks protruding out of the water, and fighting back the tears I contemplated going back or continue to risk certain death. But the specter of being called a "chicken" trumped all common sense, and I kept going. We eventually made it across none the worse for wear but totally exhausted. Unfortunately these two genius scout leaders hadn’t contemplated how we would get down to the ground once we made it across. The only way down was a 20-foot drop to the rocks. Everyone else had already crossed over the bridge, and unfortunately no one had any rope for us to utilize in order to get down. The scout leaders decided we would have to go back the way we came. Pure terror came over me and I think I actually did shed some tears. After resting up a little, we did it all over again to get back.

When word got out what had happened, the troop was immediately disbanded and the two scout leaders were sent to jail with a couple months tacked on to their sentence for reckless endangerment. I didn’t tell my parents what we did, but they found out in short order anyway. The fateful moment came when my mother asked me if I was one of the kids who did this. The vision of my mother’s anger, renowned for her Celtic warrior like ability to wield an oversized wooden spoon, overtook me and I said what any kid in the 60’s would say. "No mom, not me." I figured it would buy me an extra few days of life, enough time to plan out my future existence as a hobo or circus roadie. Unfortunately it only bought me only about a day (not enough time to get all my belongings together) and I dearly paid the price for both my stupid actions and lying about it. Boy did I pay the price. I couldn’t sit down for a week.

Although I didn’t pee myself or pucker up in either situation of absolute terror (the crossing of the bridge, and the moment I was to receive my punishment from a crazed Irish mother), I have had to deal with an overwhelming fear of heights ever since.

th
 
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When I was 12 I thought it would be fun and interesting to join a newly forming Explorer branch of the Boy Scouts. Our scout leaders were to be the two roughest town hooligans, who were being given an option from a judge for crimes they committed to either serve their time in jail or become scout leaders. They opted for the scout leader role. Our first meeting involved the tying of various knots. The scout leaders were quickly bored with that, as were we, and said we would be hiking the Appalachian Trail the next weekend instead of meeting in the borough room located under the police station (which gave them the creeps). "Oh yeah," this is what I signed up for.

Our hike was going well until we came to the bridge at the gap in the mountain over the Lehigh River (pictured below). The leaders thought it would be fun for all those brave enough to cross over... via the girders underneath the bridge. Never one to pass up a good dare, I was one of the three kids who accepted the challenge rather than walking across on top safe and sound. You had to crawl on all fours of the beams until reaching a vertical girder, then stand up holding on and swing yourself to the other side, going back down on all fours to continue... over and over again. About half way across, the winds really picked up and you had to hold on for dear life to keep going. Looking down at the rocks protruding out of the water, and fighting back the tears I contemplated going back or continue to risk certain death. But the specter of being called a "chicken" trumped all common sense, and I kept going. We eventually made it across none the worse for wear but totally exhausted. Unfortunately these two genius scout leaders hadn’t contemplated how we would get down to the ground once we made it across. The only way down was a 20-foot drop to the rocks. Everyone else had already crossed over the bridge, and unfortunately no one had any rope for us to utilize in order to get down. The scout leaders decided we would have to go back the way we came. Pure terror came over me and I think I actually did shed some tears. After resting up a little, we did it all over again to get back.

When word got out what had happened, the troop was immediately disbanded and the two scout leaders were sent to jail with a couple months tacked on to their sentence for reckless endangerment. I didn’t tell my parents what we did, but they found out in short order anyway. The fateful moment came when my mother asked me if I was one of the kids who did this. The vision of my mother’s anger, renowned for her Celtic warrior like ability to wield an oversized wooden spoon, overtook me and I said what any kid in the 60’s would say. "No mom, not me." I figured it would buy me an extra few days of life, enough time to plan out my future existence as a hobo or circus roadie. Unfortunately it only bought me only about a day (not enough time to get all my belongings together) and I dearly paid the price for both my stupid actions and lying about it. Boy did I pay the price. I couldn’t sit down for a week.

Although I didn’t pee myself or pucker up in either situation of absolute terror (the crossing of the bridge, and the moment I was to receive my punishment from a crazed Irish mother), I have had to deal with an overwhelming fear of heights ever since.

th
That's a really great story! :)
 

VultureLvr45

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Went white water rafting in late spring. The water was 'slightly under' the max limit allowed to be deemed unsafe. My son (then 12 and not a strong swimmer) sat behind me in the raft. Our whole (good) Scout troop went. Had never been rafting but felt safe as we had a guide in each raft. We all donned helmets, life preservers and were given instructions 'keep our feet up' and move over to quiet areas for re-entry if any slipped out.

Within 10 seconds of pushing off from the shore, we hit a huge rapid. Five of the eight people in the raft were thrown out into the freezing river.
All I could think of was my son as I watched another boys head bobbing in front of me. The rescue kayak came over and plucked kids out, but I was last being the oldest. Yes, I peed. But being in the stream washed it away. My son? Was one of the 3 that did not get thrown from the raft. They Nicknamed him Ironman that trip. It was Cold...
 

DiO'Bolic

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Nov 14, 2013
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Poconos, PA
My brother and I enjoyed whitewater canoeing at one time (Yup, just like in the movie Deliverance). Our last time out was our last time ever. We were on a Class III river in the middle of nowhere. We were stopped in a calm pool section of the river, right before a nice set of rapids, enjoying the antics of an otter (which was why we came as we heard they lived on the river and we had never seen one in a natural setting). Suddenly we heard a loud boom, and the leaves in a tree above us exploded. Then another boom and this time the buckshot was landing in the water around us. We looked around to see this monstrous guy about 300 pounds, wild hair and a beard that would put the Duck Dynasty guys to shame, dressed only in overalls and holding a shotgun, standing on raised abandoned railroad tracks. I yelled "lets get the hell out of here quick." We hit the rapids without planning out how to handle them. The canoe went into the rapids in the worse possible way and we hit a long flat rock that was elevated at one end, and we went airborne. It came down and landed on another rock bending the aluminum frame and sending us into the water. We lost both paddles but managed to get to the canoe and swim it back to the shoreline. My brother had a nasty gash in his leg. Luckily we had a cooler with a first aid kit lashed to the canoe, and I eventually got the bleeding stopped. I had to use a rock to bend the frame somewhat back into shape in order to continue the trip downstream. I walked downstream a bit and located one paddle, but the other was nowhere to be found. So using my best McGyver skills I made a second paddle from a tree branch, a flat bit of driftwood and the rope we used to lash the cooler. We took it easy the rest of the way, often walking the canoe around the worst rapids. When we reached civilization we just got into the car, went and retrieved the other car, and headed to a hospital far away from the sound of banjos. We didn’t report the incident as we figured the guy just used warning shots to get us out of his territory, and could easily have shot us if he wanted. Don’t know if I pee’d myself falling out of the canoe and fighting those rapids while slamming into rocks like a pinball machine... but it sure did hurt.

Didn’t even pee myself when some guy had his 10 year old kid driving a boat that crashed into my windsurfing board just as I jumped off, or when I was 17 and drove my beloved 1960 Corvair off a cliff and coming to rest on its roof in the stream, or when I was in Miami after hurricane Andrew in a partially destroyed hotel and the elevator broke loose, or when the car hit me and I had to have my spine reconstructed. I guess I’ve got a pretty strong bladder.
 
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Out of Order

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My brother and I enjoyed whitewater canoeing at one time (Yup, just like in the movie Deliverance). Our last time out was our last time ever. We were on a Class III river in the middle of nowhere. We were stopped in a calm pool section of the river, right before a nice set of rapids, enjoying the antics of an otter (which was why we came as we heard they lived on the river and we had never seen one in a natural setting). Suddenly we heard a loud boom, and the leaves in a tree above us exploded. Then another boom and this time the buckshot was landing in the water around us. We looked around to see this monstrous guy about 300 pounds, wild hair and a beard that would put the Duck Dynasty guys to shame, dressed only in overalls and holding a shotgun, standing on raised abandoned railroad tracks. I yelled "lets get the hell out of here quick." We hit the rapids without planning out how to handle them. The canoe went into the rapids in the worse possible way and we hit a long flat rock that was elevated at one end, and we went airborne. It came down and landed on another rock bending the aluminum frame and sending us into the water. We lost both paddles but managed to get to the canoe and swim it back to the shoreline. My brother had a nasty gash in his leg. Luckily we had a cooler with a first aid kit lashed to the canoe, and I eventually got the bleeding stopped. I had to use a rock to bend the frame somewhat back into shape in order to continue the trip downstream. I walked downstream a bit and located one paddle, but the other was nowhere to be found. So using my best McGyver skills I made a second paddle from a tree branch, a flat bit of driftwood and the rope we used to lash the cooler. We took it easy the rest of the way, often walking the canoe around the worst rapids. When we reached civilization we just got into the car, went and retrieved the other car, and headed to a hospital far away from the sound of banjos. We didn’t report the incident as we figured the guy just used warning shots to get us out of his territory, and could easily have shot us if he wanted. Don’t know if I pee’d myself falling out of the canoe and fighting those rapids while slamming into rocks like a pinball machine... but it sure did hurt.

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Dana Jean

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My brother and I enjoyed whitewater canoeing at one time (Yup, just like in the movie Deliverance). Our last time out was our last time ever. We were on a Class III river in the middle of nowhere. We were stopped in a calm pool section of the river, right before a nice set of rapids, enjoying the antics of an otter (which was why we came as we heard they lived on the river and we had never seen one in a natural setting). Suddenly we heard a loud boom, and the leaves in a tree above us exploded. Then another boom and this time the buckshot was landing in the water around us. We looked around to see this monstrous guy about 300 pounds, wild hair and a beard that would put the Duck Dynasty guys to shame, dressed only in overalls and holding a shotgun, standing on raised abandoned railroad tracks. I yelled "lets get the hell out of here quick." We hit the rapids without planning out how to handle them. The canoe went into the rapids in the worse possible way and we hit a long flat rock that was elevated at one end, and we went airborne. It came down and landed on another rock bending the aluminum frame and sending us into the water. We lost both paddles but managed to get to the canoe and swim it back to the shoreline. My brother had a nasty gash in his leg. Luckily we had a cooler with a first aid kit lashed to the canoe, and I eventually got the bleeding stopped. I had to use a rock to bend the frame somewhat back into shape in order to continue the trip downstream. I walked downstream a bit and located one paddle, but the other was nowhere to be found. So using my best McGyver skills I made a second paddle from a tree branch, a flat bit of driftwood and the rope we used to lash the cooler. We took it easy the rest of the way, often walking the canoe around the worst rapids. When we reached civilization we just got into the car, went and retrieved the other car, and headed to a hospital far away from the sound of banjos. We didn’t report the incident as we figured the guy just used warning shots to get us out of his territory, and could easily have shot us if he wanted. Don’t know if I pee’d myself falling out of the canoe and fighting those rapids while slamming into rocks like a pinball machine... but it sure did hurt.

Didn’t even pee myself when some guy had his 10 year old kid driving a boat that crashed into my windsurfing board just as I jumped off, or when I was 17 and drove my beloved 1960 Corvair off a cliff and coming to rest on its roof in the stream, or when I was in Miami after hurricane Andrew in a partially destroyed hotel and the elevator broke loose, or when the car hit me and I had to have my spine reconstructed. I guess I’ve got a pretty strong bladder.
Dude. This is insane!
 

fushingfeef

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These are some great stories. I've been in a number of unusual and dangerous situations but never lost control of my bodily functions. I guess different people react to danger in different ways. I will say that one of the most physically painful moments of my adult life was from an inability to pee after hernia surgery. Yep, they had to catheterize me before I was allowed to leave the hospital because I was not able to pee on my own. Guys, imagine a tiny glass tube shoved up into your penis hole. It's even more painful and unpleasant than it sounds. I pretty much never want to ever have to do that again. I've had stitches in my tongue, and not one but TWO vasectomies, but I'd gladly do those over again than have another penile catheterization.
 

VultureLvr45

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By my count... 8.

LOL, had to look up who Captain Jack Harkness was. Wasn’t familiar with him since I only watched Doctor Who faithfully with the Fourth Doctor – Tom Baker.
My son recently got into Dr. Who. We've been watching the old episodes on netflix. Check out Torchwood. Main protagonist is an interesting character.