First, I'd like to say that I was really very happy when I finally found this site - I had to cry when I realised, that I'm not the only one with that problem. I am not crazy!
I'm female, soon 20 years old and I'm from Switzerland (so excuse my bad english, thanks )
I really am NOT able to go to another toilet than the one at home - no matter if it is a public toilet or at work. It also doesn't help when the room is really closed and no one could come in. It just doesn't work.
Also at home it's not always possible: Since 2 years I live together with my boyfriend (relationship since 4 years) and his parents. We got just ONE bathroom (toilet, bath, shower and washing machine. The next room to the bathroom is the kitchen, almost all the time someone is in there. So I can't even go to toilet if someone is in the kitchen or on the same floor.
So the parents of my boyfriend have to be away, e.g. in the garden. But I need a lot of time to poo, becauseI often read the newspaper by pooing, and I want to relax.
My boyfriend knows it and I am very happy about it. He somehow helps me and when I have to go, he stays in his room.
My record in not-going-to-poo is about one week. Also today, I actually should go, but I won't be at home before 5 p.m. It's not that bad at the moment, but of course, it can't hurt very bad.
It's very unpleasant.
And I dont' know why. I mean: Everybody does it! To poo is so NATURAL, why can't I do it?
I think the biggest problem is the stinking. Of course I know, that the stinking is normal. But I think my poo stinks worse than the poo of other ones. I just can't imagine, that someone smells my poo. Horrible.
Even when I was very young, I always knew that my poo stinks bad. I think my mother often told me that. I can remember a situation when I was about 5 years old. We were visiting Grandma. I went on the toilet to poo and then came back to the livlingroom. Then my grandma said she would go to toilet now, and I remember very good like my mom said "Attention, it stinks very hard when Nicole was on toilet." Grandma opened the door to the bathroom, breathet in loudly and then said "Ooooh yuck!" And she laughed.
I think that was when my Shy Bowel began.
Shy bowel controls my life.
I hope I can find other people with Shy Bowel here. Would be great to see something!