My worst day with Encopresis

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I thought I would share with all my readers what I consider to be my worst day, I ever had, with Encopresis (yes it’s included in my book). It’s all true and as close in detail as I can remember. It was the year 2000, and I was 13 years old.

My day began like every other. Waking up, getting dressed, breakfast, etc (the normal morning routine). School started at 8am. The first period went ok far as I remember, however it “started” by second period (which was science). For the entire hour of the lesson I was trying so hard to concentrate on whatever was being taught, but I kept on having everyone around me (in a class of 30 students,¬†you do the math) sneering at me. Saying horrible things like “you stink”, wiping their noses in that “you stink” way, snarling their nose up. It was horrible. I couldn’t smell myself (nor could I feel it so I have no idea when I soiled my underwear, and no spare clothing/underwear). When recess was on, I spent the entire time alone and crying. Recess might’ve only been for half an hour, but for me it was forever. The next 2 hours of other lessons (maths & english I think) were no better.

After lunch was Indonesian. I work very well by myself on a task (which is a good thing), shows how reliable I really am and teachers trust me. However the teacher put me in a separate room by myself (in the little office next door) for the rest of the day (an hour’s lesson). It was then that I could smell myself, but only a little. I didn’t know how bad the soiling was, nor could I do anything if I could. What choice did I have? The worst fear was knowing I was going to be in deep trouble (and a few unchoice words) when mum was going to pick me up from school. I can’t remember why I was asked to be in the separate room, I can’t remember the excuse the teacher used except something to do with the comments about me.

Siren rang for end of school. I told mum what happened…she support them, not me. ‘Poo you stink” she said. Raising her voice. “Why do you keep doing it?” “I’m sorry. I don’t know why”, but my tears couldn’t save me. No one did that way. “No wonder people are embarrassed to be near you. Why didn’t you have spare clothes?” (I didn’t have any with me that day…unfortunately the truth doesn’t set you free, it imprisons you). Home we go, my crying my heart out. The anger and horrible look in her face, and the disgraced horrible look on everyone else’s faces. If you can imagine that, you’ll have a smidget of an idea how I felt and went through that day. All alone.

Home we go, off to put clean underwear and clothes on. Initially put soiled underwear to soak (really heavy too, just my luck), and then scrubbing it by hand til it was all gone as best I could. Every time I had to scrub and clean it, as punishment, everytime I cried and hated it. I hate it so much!!

I still had to do my homework, and go back to school the next day (it was a Tursday). The things I have learnt from all this:

1. Always make sure your child has a spare set of clean clothes, and several spare sets of clean underwear (and plastic bags to put them in).

2. Let the school know what exactly is happening (especially if your child has been diagnosed with Encopresis and you know what it is).

3. Teachers should be stopping the bullying, not encouraging it.

4. Believe in your child with Encopresis…your child isn’t going to lie too often about it, it’s too painful.

5. Why couldn’t that day be a Saturday?

6. I love my family, and I don’t blame them for how they handled it. xx

I’m an Encopresis survivor…and this is my story. My story about my worst day with Encopresis. 10 years later that one day still hurts. I don’t want anyone else to go through this alone.

Feel free to e-mail me: naturegirl015admin@themagicwithinus.com