For the first 12 years of my life, I did not have a toilet inside my house. We had a row of latrines outside that a dozen houses used. Communal toilets they are called today, I think. As a child I thought toilets inside a home signified wealth, because most of the people in the small rural town I lived in, didn’t have toilets inside.
Worse yet, the people poorer than us didn’t use toilets. They went to defecate outside in the open.
It was quite a culture shock to many of my city-dweller friends when I described how the rural people defecated as a daily routine. The horror in their eyes betrayed the disconnect they had from the ground realities of rural India. I remember living in the hostel and hearing my friends complain about how dirty the toilets were because a whole wing of the hostel used 8-10 toilets and I remember thinking that was a good ratio of people to toilets, and frankly, I did not feel that they were dirty, but that was me because I had lived through 12 years of using public latrines and the hostel toilets seemed posh in retrospect.
I also remember the first time we built a toilet inside our house. I distinctly remember feeling that we had finally arrived in this world, that we were one of the privileged now, even rich. The round spigot instead of the square bar of metal over the tap and water, as much as I could use to flush! I remember feeling like a king. I remember cleaning my toilet to keep it spick and span, I felt proud and very possessive.
Looking back now, I see how the grave the problem was for people poorer than me. Now that I am acclimatized to toilet seats and useless first world arguments about how to leave the toilet seat open, I am still reminded about how the women in my small town went about their toilet business and the juxtaposition is jarring to say the least.
The etiquettes of defecating in the open for women in rural India –
There was a plot of land owned by a rich urban person who spent all his time in a gulf country. The plot was surrounded by a compound wall, a tall and sturdy one. Because of no maintenance, the plot was full of bushes and a few trees. Women used to go here for their toilet business. All the surrounding land was used by men and children.
Women would usually wake up as early as 4 AM so as to avoid crowds. They used to carry a mug of water to wash after and the younger ones would carry a small bucket. I remember women complaining to my mother how they wished they could carry a small
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Obligatory "I'm writing this from the toilet in shame".
Last night I had hot wings. I ordered the hottest wings available via doordash and when they arrived, I smothered them in some hot sauce I have at home.
Ok so now that that's set up: I'm working from home today and snuck off to the bathroom because obviously... The inevitable had arrived. It wasn't as bad as I anticipated but I was certainly going to need a minute.
In the middle of, let's say, the process, I hear my wife yell "BABE!" My house contains just me, my wife, and my 2 year old son. My wife and I have been together over 10 years so even through several walls it was clear the "BABE!" wasn't an emergency, but it was urgent.
We're fully in the Google ecosystem and every room of the house has a google home device with a speaker. In case you didn't know you can say "hey google, broadcast _______" and google will loudly announce whatever you say over the other speakers. It's super handy and you can do it from anywhere. I'll often use it in the car on my way home from work to announce I'm home soon, or I'll do it if my wife hasn't answered a text or call all day and I need her to check her phone. Needless to say, it's common practice in our house.
So, naturally, in my current state the most reasonable course of action was to let her know I'm not in my office but now dealing with something that supersedes her telegraphed urgency... via the broadcast.
"Hey Google! Broadcast, 'I just heard you yell "babe" but I'm currently in the middle of a really bad poop!'"
Before I finished the word "poop" I hear the front door open. The master bathroom shares an outside wall with our front door because the house is kind of an L shape.
Google responds, "Ok, Broadcasting now!"
My wife, "Oh hi!"
Me, "Oh please no!"
Someone else, "Hey!"
EVERY GOOGLE IN MY HOUSE, "BROADCAST FROM <MY NAME>! I JUST HEARD YOU YELL BABE BUT I'M CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A REALLY BAD POOP!"
My wife and someone else, *screams of laughter*
It's been a long time since I've felt this level of powerlessness. The universe did me dirty and I've never felt so betrayed.
A brief moment goes by, and I hear the talking subside and the door close. Thank god. Whoever that was is going to have a funny story to tell. "Today during my deliveries..."
I felt like I couldn't just leave that like that, so I broadcasted again to my wife.
"Hey google, broadcast: 'Well I clearly just shared a dark secret to someone'"
*More scream
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Does anyone have “the mop” in their store which has never been washed and continues to sit in black swamp water in the back that may or may not have been used to mop up a turd in the ice cream section?
Sharing this in case it might be helpful for somebody.
My 3-millimeter chronic fissure is about one year old. I used to have paralyzing pain to the point of skipping work, dying with every cough and sneeze, and bawling my eyes out. No doctor and no exam was able to find anything specific or give me a diagnosis. I even had a colonoscopy and it was squeaky clean.
I'd increased my water intake to about 2.5-3 liters per day, eating relatively healthy with the occasional fries and pizza. As my doctors didn't find any gastrointestinal condition (and it was driving me nuts to drink so much water and do my part but still see little results), we resorted to antidepressants and stool softeners. (I was under a lot of pressure and stress leading up to the time when my fissure became chronic so the nerves and mental condition do have a great impact on the poopie-poops.)
I've been on Zoloft (50mg) and Forlax (this is what I have where I live, it's the same as Miralax) for about 7 months now. This has been life-changing: I do get some pains here and there sometimes but the paralyzing, gut-wrenching pain has since disappeared. My wonderful gastroenterologist diagnosed me with dyssynergic defecation based on my feedback on the medication and nutrition we were trying out. Note that I didn't have an examination via any equipment to confirm this diagnosis. But as long as Zoloft+Forlax worked, I wasn't really concerned with the diagnosis.
About a month ago I was offered a free anorectal manometry exam as the clinic had just received the equipment (in the entire country) and a professional from Holand was doing masterclasses. My doc told me that anal manometry is what dyssynergic defecation is diagnosed with and guaranteed that no further damage would be done to my toosh-toosh. So I was like, sure, I'll be a "lab rat" for 20-30 mins.
Long story short, the dyssynergia was confirmed: the pressure of my internal anal sphincter was high which basically means I can't relax my anal muscles properly, which in turn leads to the fissure taking longer to heal and tearing more often. I was also informed that I'm the first person in my entire country to have been diagnosed, with equipment and all, with dyssynergic defecation, so there's that, too.
If anyone is having trouble with hard stools despite keeping all the
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You got ONE shot and ONE only if you want to make it through the entire year. Fuck up once and you fucked up till 23. Doesn’t mean you can’t participate in noPoop, but you can’t say you beat 2022. So if you wanna break free from bowel movements and desires here’s a few guidelines.
Break your habit NOW. Not LATER. Give yourself a head start. Do NOT give yourself “one last go” because the “last” part is a lie. Make your last let the brown clown paint the town the LAST ONE YOU DID, NOT YOUR NEXT ONE.
DONT TURTLE. TURTLING IS DOOM. “Oh it’s just one look” will become “oh it’s just one page” will become “oh I’m just sharting” will become “DAMMIT I NUMBER TWO-IBS. WHY CANT I GET A GRIP??”. The best way to resist is to never have to in the first place.
Do something too. Many people including me know what it’s like to slip up out of sheer boredom. This includes just scrolling through mindless content on the internet. When you’re just scrolling and scrolling through posts and posts you’re giving yourself cheap dopamine through ZERO effort, sound familiar? Get more involved in your hobbies, fitness, maybe a bit of work too. Reach out socially, become a more interesting person. Who cares? Better than milking your nuts.
Be honest with yourself. Another reason people are tapping is because they are coping with deeper down feelings. Validate your feelings, validate your situation to yourself and accept it because only accepting you have a problem can lead to you fixing a problem.
Good luck to all my fellow comrades for cap free 2022.
Hey everyone, it's your favorite shit modder here! I didn't realize how popular the mod had gotten around here until I did a search for 'defecation' - thanks for all of the support and mentions!
I've recently updated the Defecation mod to officially work with b41+. The only real issue was the item distribution, but I've fixed that and made some other notable changes:
- Added stomach growl noises if you need to defecate
- Lowered audio by all noises by at least 50% and made adjustments so they sound nicer in general
- Added support for up to 2 players total on 1 machine using splitscreen
- Removed 'Poo pants/skirt' items; whatever is currently equipped on the legs will get '(Defecated)' and have the debuff
All of the exact recent (and past) changes can be seen on the steam page - under the 'Change Notes' tab. I don't really have any plans to expand the mod further, at this time, but when inspiration strikes, I may add new features.
Manual download for b40 and more information available on the indie stone forum post.
b41+: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1436878551
b40: https://theindiestone.com/forums/index.php?/topic/24162-defecation-v15/
https://afju.springeropen.com/articles/10.1186/s12301-021-00221-2
Not trying to brag here but for the past six days I have pooped six times, once each day at roughly the same time. Typically I poop three times a week, in the morning before I dose, but this last week for whatever reason I have been dropping deuce around noon daily. No change to my diet or my dose(105mg). I wish I could identify the reason so as to share it with my constipated brethren, but alas, it is a mystery. I can only hope it keeps up, I feel so much lighter in my step!
I just saw this and had found it really interesting as it's not something I had considered before.
To sum it up, Indian women spend are burdened by much more care work at home because open defecation leads to water contamination which leads to sickness. This makes it less feasible for women to find employment outside or even focus on their own health.
Open defecation & its consequences (primarily diarrhea) is much more common in India even compared to other countries of similar wealth and even lower. It emphasizes how much we need to focus on providing piped water and toilets across the country
And it's just another example of how the caste system negatively affects everyone... even upper caste people
Team Europe vaccine sharing: almost 100 million J & J doses to be donated by the end of 2021 – first doses arriving in African countries this week
- The first shipments of almost 100 million doses of the Johnson & Johnson vaccine from Team Europe are arriving in a number of African countries. This donation is facilitated by a tripartite agreement between Belgium (acting on behalf of Team Europe and supported by the European Commission), Johnson & Johnson and Gavi.
- Dr. Ursula von der Leyen, President of the European Commission: “Team Europe moves forward the global solidarity effort against COVID-19. This batch of almost 100 million doses from Johnson & Johnson, to be delivered through COVAX, is part of our pledge to share at least 500 million doses of vaccines in the coming months with the most vulnerable countries. The first doses have reached Niger, with more doses arriving in a number of countries this week. We will keep on sharing vaccines. At the same time, we support the build-up of global vaccine manufacturing capacities, especially in Africa.”
- Paul Stoffels, M.D., Vice Chairman of the Executive Committee and Chief Scientific Officer at Johnson & Johnson: “We welcome the leadership shown by the EC and EU Member States in transferring these doses to accelerate COVID-19 vaccination in low and lower-middle income countries and to help address the global vaccine equity challenge. We will continue to support governments that have doses of our vaccine to share, particularly through the COVAX Facility as we believe that it is an essential mechanism to help combat the pandemic globally.”
- Dr. Seth Berkley, CEO of Gavi, the Vaccine Alliance: “As part of the Team Europe commitment to COVAX, and thanks to the Belgian government’s support, we are delighted to see the first of almost 100 million donated Johnson & Johnson doses heading to Africa. We have worked hand in hand from the beginning with President von der Leyen, her team, as well as the European Investment Bank and EU Member States to make COVAX a success. This new donation builds on that strong European commitment to equitable access.”
**Geneva, 22 November 202
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Worse yet, the people poorer than us didn’t use toilets. They went to defecate outside in the open.
It was quite a culture shock to many of my city-dweller friends when I described how the rural people defecated as a daily routine. The horror in their eyes betrayed the disconnect they had from the ground realities of rural India. I remember living in the hostel and hearing my friends complain about how dirty the toilets were because a whole wing of the hostel used 8-10 toilets and I remember thinking that was a good ratio of people to toilets, and frankly, I did not feel that they were dirty, but that was me because I had lived through 12 years of using public latrines and the hostel toilets seemed posh in retrospect.
I also remember the first time we built a toilet inside our house. I distinctly remember feeling that we had finally arrived in this world, that we were one of the privileged now, even rich. The round spigot instead of the square bar of metal over the tap and water, as much as I could use to flush! I remember feeling like a king. I remember cleaning my toilet to keep it spick and span, I felt proud and very possessive.
Looking back now, I see how the grave the problem was for people poorer than me. Now that I am acclimatized to toilet seats and useless first world arguments about how to leave the toilet seat open, I am still reminded about how the women in my small town went about their toilet business and the juxtaposition is jarring to say the least.
The etiquettes of defecating in the open for women in rural India –
There was a plot of land owned by a rich urban person who spent all his time in a gulf country. The plot was surrounded by a compound wall, a tall and sturdy one. Because of no maintenance, the plot was full of bushes and a few trees. Women used to go here for their toilet business. All the surrounding land was used by men and children.
Women would usually wake up as early as 4 AM so as to avoid crowds. They used to carry a mug of water to wash after and the younger ones would carry a small bucket. I remember women complaining to my mother how they wished they could carry a small bucket
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