Everything I’m doing is completely opposite of what I would normally do.
Generally, on days that I fly, I would drink very little that morning to dehydrate myself. And then, I’d drink very little throughout the day so I wouldn’t get the urge to pee.
Today is Different!
I’m pushing my fears and pushing my Paruresis boundaries. Today, I’ve been drinking cups of coffee all morning (like I would any other normal day). Today, I’m making sure to drink plenty of liquids because I do plan on stepping foot in the Airport bathroom, and I do plan on peeing in the Airplane.
So drink up Richard!
It’s Vegas here I come!
We’re heading for a 3 day convention and it sounds like a good ole time.
Me and Mike get to the airport 1 1/2 hours before the flight. We decide to sit down and have a bite to eat. It’s 2 P.M. The flight is at 3:30.
I order a Sierra Mist and a Turkey Cobb Wrap for lunch. And going against all screaming notions in my head, I drink the entire glass (I’d normally take two small sips and that’s it).
And then, what do I do next?
I order another glass. Yep, that’s right, I told you I was pushing my limits.
It’s do or die!
By 2:45 I’ve finished 2 full glasses of soda and as we’re heading towards the gate, I stop and grab myself a Medium Turtle Coffee (Snickers bar, Caramel, Milk Chocolate) YUM!
It’s kind of nice to be able to drink whatever you want whenever you want. :)
We sit at the gate for 15 minutes while I drink. Mike goes to the bathroom, and by the time he gets back, my coffee is finished and I tell him I’m going to go before we board the plane.
So I head into the Men’s Room…
I had contemplated what I was going to do before hand and was still unsure of whether or not I was going to use the urinals or the “safer” stalls…
After all, Airports and Airplanes are two of my biggest phobias.
But I told myself that I need to face this. This is why I’m here.
NO MORE HIDING!
I step up to one of the center urinals. There are two rows of them, probably 15 in all. They are back to back and at a quick glance I can see that they are spaced out enough for everyone to have a urinal separate from other guys. Cool Beans! Just the way it should be.
I unzip and wait. My urge to go wasn’t huge, but I knew I COULD go (it definitely wasn’t like my fluid loading experiences). I just figured I would stand there as long as it takes…
10 seconds later, I start to Pee! Guys were moving all around me, stepping up, peeing, flushing, washing…
And at the start, I was peeing slowly. I tried to just ignore all the commotion around me. I could tell my heart was racing and my anxiety level was raised. But I peed, and then, after about 20 seconds into it I got full stream.
That is a Massive Milestone for me!
It’s the very first time in my entire life that I’ve ever peed in a urinal in an Airport! Plus, a busy one at that. (I believe this is only about the 10th urinal I’ve ever peed at period!)
I felt Awesome!
I peed, finished, washed and left.
We boarded the plane, took off on time, and within 1/2 hour they’re coming down the isle with snacks and drinks.
Normally I would pass “No Thanks!“, but nope, today I bravely order another Sierra Mist (or as the Flight Attendant called it “a Sprite“).
Mike looks at me with raised eyebrows. He knows I’m really pushing myself and wants to make sure I know what I’m doing.
I don’t, but I’m going to pretend I do. :)
I drink the cup of soda with my little crunchy cookies and enjoy the smooth sailing.
An hour later, Mike says he needs to go to the bathroom. I didn’t have a huge urge to go, but I figure I would try. No use making the little old lady on the isle get up twice.
I follow him to the back of the plane ignoring all the stares and glares.
The weird thing is, my anxiety level seemed pretty calm. Not what it would normally be. I’m thinking about this whole “Peeing Thing” in a new frame of mind.
Mike goes into one vacant bathroom, and I go into the other. I still have my iPhone in my pocket and I’m listening to Eminem on my head phones (“Lose Yourself”).
I unzip and hang on to the wall for support (the plane is rocking back and forth slightly).
I stand there for a couple of seconds and decide that I should try Breath Hold because I know that would probably force it on. So I hold my breath for 10 seconds and realize I didn’t really need to…
For I was already Peeing!
It started slowly, but within seconds I was peeing really fast and full.
I’m Peeing on the Plane!
I look at myself in the mirror rather shocked. I smile really big. I can’t believe it.
It’s been many, many years since I’ve been able to pee on an Airplane (I fly plenty of times a year). And the last couple of trips were complete nightmares! (read here: No Pee on Plane!). That trip was a living hell!
But NOT Today!
Today I was peeing and peeing and peeing and I peed until my bladder was entirely empty.
That blows my mind. I’m quite flabbergasted. I finish and leave. I get back to my seat and sit down. I sit there for another ten minutes without saying a word (Mike is watching a movie).
I pull out my iPhone and type one word into my notes for Mike to see.
This is what the note said:
He looked at me, read it, then looked at me again. He looked as shocked as I felt. He mouthed the words “You went to the bathroom?“
His face lit up. He gave me a big smile and a big thumbs up.
And when he did that, my eyes teared up. It was crazy, I couldn’t stop it. Being able to pee on a plane has got to be one of my biggest victories yet. I peed in the Airport and on the Plane.
I was overjoyed. I couldn’t even contain myself. I just teared up. My emotions and happiness washed over me. It was like a dream come true.
I tried to contain myself and not break down. I can’t even tell you when I cried last. I never cry. But this was uncontrollable and exhilarating. It was beyond all comprehension.
It was Amazing!
I rested in my seat for the next hour or so. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had my hoodie on and at one time I had to pull it down to cover my eyes because they were tearing up again (and they are now as I write this).
I did it! I really did it. I was literally on cloud 9.
2 hours later, they came around again “Of course I’d love some Coffee!” I tell them. :) And I drank it all up.
1/2 hour before we land, I tell Mike I want to use the bathroom again. I glance at people as I walk the skinny isle. They didn’t phase me in the least. “I’m peeing. So what?“
I get to the bathrooms, there’s no line. I head in and shut the door.
I stand there at the toilet for a minute and wait. I really did debate actually using the bathroom again or not. Because the last thing I wanted after 2 awesome successes was a trip that didn’t end so well. I did not want a failure to ruin the whole day.
And I stood there and waited for a couple more seconds. Will I pee or not? At one point I even glanced over my shoulder to see if there was a crack in the door… I saw none.
More seconds go by. I decide to egg it on with Breath Hold again.
So I hold my breath and wait!
Usually I would have to hold my breath past the gasping point, about 40 seconds in, before I would pee. But not today, 15 seconds into Breath Hold, I started to pee.
I started to pee slowly at first, and then it picked up to full stream. I looked at myself in the mirror again and I thought:
“Who are you?”
I’m Richard! I’m a new man!
I peed all the way, and then went back to my seat. And for the first time in a long, long time, I actually enjoyed the rest of the flight. I wasn’t in pain. I wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the most refreshing and relaxing plane trip that I’ve ever had (all 4 hours of it).
It’s true. Normally I would have to wait to pee until I got to the hotel. We would have to land, get off the plane, walk the airport, wait for luggage, wait for a shuttle, get transported to the rental center, then drive through the busy city strip to the hotel, check in, take the elevator up… just so I could pee! (seems forever)
That wasn’t happening today. I felt fine. I had an empty bladder. I had no urgency whatsoever. No emergency. I felt alive and very, very different than any other flight I could remember.
I could have stayed out for hours!
Words cannot express how I felt. It’s something that I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t believe it was possible.
And then later that night, after we checked in and registered for the convention, we decided to grab a burger.
Mike asks me if I need to go to the hotel room first before we eat. Every single trip I’ve ever been on I’d have to say “YES!”, but this day “NOPE!“
I am no longer letting Paruresis dictate my life. I am not going to let my Shy Bladder handicap me and tell me where to go, when to go, and how to go. It’s not going to change or alter my plans anymore. I’ve over it!
“NOPE!” I said. “I don’t need to go up. If I have to pee while we’re out, I’ll use a public bathroom!“
And that’s exactly what I did!
We ate burgers and fries and they were good. I drank plenty of Root Beer and I loved it! I’ve had a lot of liquids today, and I’ve had plenty of success as well. It’s been a tremendous journey and I’m dumbfounded that I did so well.
My progress to this point is insane and life changing. Just 3 months ago I couldn’t pee in a locked bathroom with Mike even close to the door. Now, I can pee at urinals in public bathrooms, with other guys around, in Airports, on Airplanes… and it really does make me speechless!
I’m doing it. I’m living my dream.
Sure I cried on the plane, but that was a mountain I just climbed. One of the tallest mountains in the world.
And as we sat there, Mike raised his beer and said:
I grabbed my Root Beer.
“To Pee!” He says
“A Toast to Pee?” I laugh.
“Yeah, why not? It’s a big celebration!“
And it is. It really is.
I attribute my success today to 3 main ingredients:
- Mind Set
- Peeing when I first get the urge
- Drinking throughout the day
I didn’t hold it in. I didn’t dehydrate myself. I didn’t wait so long to go that the urge to pee disintegrated and locked up.
And mentally, I was fully prepared (just as with Fluid Loading), that I WOULD pee in public! I had no choice.
I’m changing my thoughts and actions. Which is changing my feelings and behaviors.
One bathroom at a time!
What will tomorrow bring? I don’t know! More success? More Failure? It doesn’t matter. Because it’s working, little by little, small steps to cross huge miles.
I’ll get there with a smile on my face.
One day at a time.
Just you wait and see! :)
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