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

[blunthead]

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.

(I hate to admit this, but I'm almost glad the guy got shot.)

When I think of times I've been truly frightened I can remember four times, two of which were due to nightmares. I won't relay the nightmares. The first time I was probably around three, maybe four years old, and my parents had taken me to a fair, you know like with rides and carnies. There were a million people there. I got separated from my parents, probably by wandering off despite their telling me not to. Once I fully realized I was totally lost and had no idea where my parents might be, I became terrified. I'll always remember looking all over, crying like, well like a lost four year-old, seeing the sign over the tent which was part of the freak show - it was like a seal with the head of a man - the dust and dirt of the ground everyone, who seemed like a thousand plowing giants, were kicking up which I was breathing and which was getting in my eyes, a feeling of utter hopeless desperation, and finally my Dad picking me up and holding me and comforting me and being happy to have found me. My parents had had to go get help. I never learned how they found me.

The other time I was really scared was after I'd watched a horror movie at home. It was a midnight TV show, so everyone else was asleep. The TV was in the living room which had a huge picture window of the backyard which had no lights. The movie had, of course, been really terrifying as hell - I think it was Thirteen Ghosts - and when it was over I couldn't move. I was afraid to move my head to look somewhere other than straight ahead. I would move just my eyes. I was so very thankful the lights in the living room were on, but I was trapped sitting directly across from the picture window, desperate not to look out into the utter darkness, because I knew the ghosts were all around the house and maybe some already in the house, and their ghostly faces would come out of the darkness right up to the window to stare at me, and they'd come around both corners from the kitchen and the dining room. I don't remember how I eventually stopped thinking the ghosts were gonna get me.

 

[nate_watkins]

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.

I would probably prefer two vasectomies to the catheter...

 

[Grandpa]

I would probably prefer two vasectomies to the catheter...

A vasectomy's not so bad. I have a pretty good vasectomy story, yes, in the first person, but it's off-topic.

Great stories, guys. I tend to forget (in the couple days I've been on board) that this is a literary-oriented forum, and stories might be welcomed rather than thinly tolerated. I'll try not to be so perfunctory next time around. Although "Perfunctory" is my midd

 

[mjs9153]

So many great stories!One from childhood,regarding the fear of heights thing..we used to climb this abandoned tower,at the county garage,as kids..it had a chain and was used for salt I think..anyhow,there was a metal ladder,going up about forty yards,and a tiny housing at the top,where there were levers and stuff to control the chain.There were missing rungs on the ladder,and it was so high,as kids,we got tired going up..I remember almost crying to my brother,that I couldn't make it,and feeling my hands ready to slip on the worn iron stanchions..eventually made it to the top,which was even worse.Looking out,you could see how high you really were,and that there was no safe way down..the wind actually made the whole structure sway,and there were holes rotted through the floor,so you could see down,and felt like everything would collapse,at any second..my brother had to calm me down,and talk me into swinging my feet back down onto the ladder,and go back down,which took forever..that was scary,but not the worst,of course things get even more scary as we grow up..

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Dude. This is insane!

LOL. That's exactly what my new doctor in the medical group said when he walked into the room with my 6 inch thick folder, mostly from injuries sustained from my love of life and lack of brains.


(And that's just from this medical group. My prior two doctors had folders just as big. I just never bother to have them transferred when I make a change)

 

[DiO'Bolic]

A vasectomy's not so bad. I have a pretty good vasectomy story, yes, in the first person, but it's off-topic.

Great stories, guys. I tend to forget (in the couple days I've been on board) that this is a literary-oriented forum, and stories might be welcomed rather than thinly tolerated. I'll try not to be so perfunctory next time around. Although "Perfunctory" is my midd

I don't know if the mods who are required the long run on posts would quite agree.

 

[Tamou]

I used to be a competitive soccer player but I got too many concussions and my doctor made me stop playing. When I got the worst one I was sent to the hospital by ambulance and was told I had to stay two nights. The pain was really unbearable so they ended up putting me on morphine, which gave me some wicked dreams... Really horrible. I kept dreaming that I woke up in the hospital bed and the entire place was deserted, and it looked like no one had entered the building for years. Dusty, needles all over the floor, wheelchairs all stacked up against the doors. Once the morphine wore off and I was completely aware again the doctor told me that they found me wandering the hallway outside my room trying to "move the wheelchairs so I could get out". I don't remember any of that but I definitely remember the dreams. Such a creepy feeling. Didn't pee my pants, though...just freaked the other patients out.

 

[Agincourt Concierge]

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.

LOL .. you do realize you named the title of this thread ... "pukered" ... as in vomit ... right ?

 

[Agincourt Concierge]

and I have neither shat or peed my pants in fear ... now laxatives will cause me to hustle quickly to the nearest bathroom ....

 

[Sundrop]

(I hate to admit this, but I'm almost glad the guy got shot.)

It was a horrible situation.....the kickboxer died and my friend served 13 years for 2nd degree murder

 

[DiO'Bolic]

I used to be a competitive soccer player but I got too many concussions and my doctor made me stop playing. When I got the worst one I was sent to the hospital by ambulance and was told I had to stay two nights. The pain was really unbearable so they ended up putting me on morphine, which gave me some wicked dreams... Really horrible. I kept dreaming that I woke up in the hospital bed and the entire place was deserted, and it looked like no one had entered the building for years. Dusty, needles all over the floor, wheelchairs all stacked up against the doors. Once the morphine wore off and I was completely aware again the doctor told me that they found me wandering the hallway outside my room trying to "move the wheelchairs so I could get out". I don't remember any of that but I definitely remember the dreams. Such a creepy feeling. Didn't pee my pants, though...just freaked the other patients out.

Shades of 28 Days Later.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

I don't know if the mods who are required the long run on posts would quite agree.

Duh. That should have been " required to read the..."

 

[Sigmund]

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.

Hi, Sir!

Most excellent story. I was riveted! thank you for sharing. Yay!

A mother who is irate by your behavior and you get to go to the woodshed? Been there, done that. Ha!

May I share a story with you?

We (my brothers and various cousins between...10-12?) were out in the back yard July 5th looking for duds. (Unexploded firecrackers. Black Cat firecrackers at that!) We found some and of course, they had not *popped* because the fuse went out. So, we had these firecrackers with a fuse that were half/quarter inch long. You had to put the punk to the fuse and throw them as soon as you saw a single spark. Or you were gonna be in a world of hurt. Ha! Idiots!

Momma came out and STRICKLY commanded we not set off any more. Well, that worked for all of five minutes. I found a dud and I KNEW I could light that sucker and throw it before it went off. I put the punk to the fuse and just as I saw the first spark...I heard the backdoor open and I knew it was my Momma. I put my hand behind my back so she wouldn't see me...*bang* went the firecracker! In my hand. I whimpered.

My hand swelled up like a cartoon and it freaking throbbed like a mother-mother! Did I complain? Tell my parents? Noooooo! My azz would have been throbbing like a cartoon. Double trouble.

Peace.

 

[blunthead]

It was a horrible situation.....the kickboxer died and my friend served 13 years for 2nd degree murder

Ouch, yes bad deal all 'round.

 

[Sigmund]

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.

Hi, Ms. Sunny!

Thank you for sharing.

That man may have been a champion kick boxer but he certainly wasn't a professional, disciplined kick boxer.

PROFESSIONAL, DISCIPLINED, fighters do not square off with the public. That he followed your friend and kicked down his door...only proves that he is a an out of control bully and a menace. I am so glad your friend was able to protect himself.

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

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...

Hi, Good Lookin'!

Whew! That was a trip!

You had me gasping for breath.

It was Cold.

Yet, you managed to warm it up a little. *giggle*

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

Kick a$$ thread! I have a few stories to share, but I have to think about how to write them down.

Hi, handsome!

Get to it!

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

I peed in my pants on my wedding day..............

Hi!

Were you wearing them??

Ha!

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

I scream when I'm scared... Loudly! I can't help it. It will do no good for attackers to tell me, Don't scream, I'll shoot. I will immediately scream loud enough to be heard in the next county.

Hi!

If you are ever attacked, do NOT scream "Help!". Sorry to say, most people will not respond. *sad*

Instead, scream "FIRE! FIRE!" For some strange reason, (People are warped.) people will run and to see a fire. Bummer, huh?

Peace.

 

[Sigmund]

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.

Hi, Sir!

catheterize... I hear you!

I wound up in the E.R. with a UTI and had to be catheterized...that lovely, wonderful nurse advised me to take a deep breath and RELAX. Ha! She then proceeded to insert a plastic tube that felt like a garden hose into my urethra. I would have peed my pants but, 1. I had no pants and 2. I could not pee, thus the catheter.

When she was going to remove the catheter I asked her if it would hurt as much removing it as it was inserting it. She answered, "Yes." I then asked her if it was possible for her to leave it in, cut the garden hose catheter to a couple on inches? (I'd rather have that thing inserted for life then feel that pain. Plus, it would be handy when we went out camping or long road trips.)

Peace.