Author: The Bathroom

This is the last of three experiences of wetting and desperation this lady had posted to The Bathroom’s former editor, Neville, on the internet. Yesterday I needed cheering up, something to distract me for a while, so I drank as much tea and water as I possibly could and dressed in a mid-length blue skirt,…

This is the second of the three accounts of wetting and desperation sent in from a lady to former editor Neville. Let me tell you about last summer. I had gone to Plymouth for the day on my own. I was dressed in a pink skirt with a white top and sandals. It was the…

Before the Bathroom went online, Former editor Neville had asked on forums on watersports websites about their experiences of wetting and desperation. He had a great response. One lady had sent him three of her experiences. This is the first of three. I travelled to this small village in Kent. The purpose was to film…

This experience was during the football World Cup in 2002. On the morning of June 2 (a Sunday!), I got up at around 7am, especially to watch England’s first group match of the finals against Sweden on TV at home. Suddenly, I heard the phone ringing, and when I answered it, it was from one…

In June 2002, most people in Britain were celebrating the Queen’s Golden Jubilee. She has been our ruling monarch for fifty years (I don’t like that, because I’m a closet republican, but that’s enough politics from me). That meant the country had a four-day Bank Holiday weekend. Some of my friends asked me if I…

In the past, a lot of my wetting and desperation experiences happened at my local swimming baths. I used to have swimming lessons every morning with my school class. I hated going to them, so as often as I could, when the other guys were at the pool, I hid in the changing room toilets….

Another experience of desperation was when I went on a week-long trip to Wales with my primary school. Children from our class got to stay at an outdoor education centre, and we did a lot of activities from rock climbing to pony trekking. One day during the week, the class was to spend the night…

Another memory of desperation and wetting was at the annual fireworks display. Every November 5th, to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night, a local park or church grounds would be used to hold a community fireworks display. The highlight of the display was for an effigy of Guy Fawkes to be hung over piles of wood and…

I went on the big anti-war demonstration in London on February 15th 2003. I remember it well, because it was another day that I almost wet myself. It was a bitterly cold day, and I made sure (so I thought) that I cover myself in thick warm clothing from head to toe. Before I set…

I was never popular in school, and as a result, I tend to ignore things like St Valentines’ Day. I often felt jealous of most of the other children getting their cards and that I normally didn’t get any. However, there was one occasion when I was attending primary school that I had fancied this…