Parcopresis – fear of defecating in public places

So, it turns out there is a term for "phobia about pooping in public bathrooms."

Parcopresis – fear of defecating in public places. Paruresis – fear of urinating in public places. Panic attacks/Panic disorder – fear of being unable to use a toilet in a public place. Specific phobia – specific fear of a toilet or toilet related situation.

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Okay, I knew about being uncomfortable, and going away and coming back when no one else is around, but a phobia?

When I say "that ain't healthy," turns out I'm not saying something funny.

I mean, it really is possible to damage the muscles, screw up natural body signals, and poison ourselves by holding in the poop.

...just because we're afraid someone else will think "Wow, good thing I've never in the thousands of times I've pooped, ever made a sound like that!"

(Someone who poops once per day, poops 365 times per year, or 3650 times per decade, or over TEN THOUSAND times by age 30. Assuming no diarrhea, or just "over-active" bowels, causing multiples in one day.)

So, yeah. Don't judge poop. I mean, anyone who says "that stinks!" can suck the old stinkeye with "Did you know jellyfish have to poop out of their mouths? Yep, and pee, too. Only one hole. Great thing for us humans that we have three holes, right? Keeps things nice and tidy? Moving along."

So, some tips for getting on with business in a public bathroom.

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