@Tude ive never been shy about having to shit and when i was drinking heavily and barely eating i was constantly on diahrea watch, like it would go from zero to a problem in less then 30 seconds, ive actually shit my pants in my own bathroom because i couldnt get my belt off fast enough after a real nice week long booze fest. i had gotten through drinking and playing pool at a bar with a friend fine, got into her car and got dropped off at my house and immedietly had to take a dump so i scramble to get the key in the door and haul ass to the shitter but alas, i wasnt fast enough i shit all down my leg and didnt realize until i thought i had managed to dump out my shorts into the bowl while sitting on it that i had so much shit on my legs that when i sat down to shame myself more i was sitting in my own poop. passed out drunk in the bathroom literally face deep in my own crap and woke up to a note from my partner asking me to clean up the "puke" on the toilet...it wasnt puke. it was shit. a few months back i had a similiar encounter with a sneaky shit with the same friend except this time i had her pull over into a alley and wall bombed some poor bastards apt building...had to take off my t shirt to clean up with and when i got home and explained why i was shirtless and smelled like shit to my partner all she could do was laugh. now that i dont drink as much and actually eat food i find that i can hold in a poop for longer then 30 seconds without it ejecting from my anus.
TLDR version; i stopped being a dumbass drunk who lived on big mama sausages and salt and vinegar chips and i stopped shitting my pants.