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nofilter144 on August 4th, 2024 at 14:37 UTC »

what if you have to poop which one do you use?

drbomb on August 4th, 2024 at 14:51 UTC »

Some traditional asian toilets are squat toilets, and that's how a woman would use them

Oh_No_Tears_Please on August 4th, 2024 at 15:27 UTC »

While back I had a two bedroom apartment and I had a male roommate. It was a 1.5 bath, so naturally the half bathroom was used as the shitting bathroom.

He moved out, I got a new roommate who was a woman. She was only going to be living there for 6 months, as she was moving out of state in the summer (I didn't know her before she moved in and yes it was a 100% roommate only situation)

She said her only condition to moving in is that the half bathroom be given to her, and she would only use the main bathroom to shower. It made sense at the time because she was absolutely the type that took a long time to get ready in the morning. Hair and makeup can take a while.

But then I realized my error. I've always pooped in the morning usually 15-30 minutes after I woke up.

If she got up before me, If I had to shit when she was in the shower I would be screwed. The half bathroom was very small and I would be mortified if I used to take a shit and she would then walk in after her shower to do her hair/makeup and it still smelled. I felt like she would be furious. This happened often enough I decided to change my work hours and my schedule to where I would get up before she did.

We all know that the preferred order is shit, shower, shave but this never worked out for me with the new schedule so I would usually end up shower, shave, shit.

So she would wake up, walk into the bathroom and it would of course be awful. She didn't say much at first, but it became the norm.

She didn't say anything for a while, but I felt bad about it every day and I also didn't know how to approve the situation.

I then remembered that our apartment had a clubhouse with a bathroom, and the clubhouse was never locked unless someone in the building reserved it, which nobody really ever did during the week.

So I just started using the clubhouse bathroom. A few weeks went by and all was well. For the most part.

I did have one bad experience where the clubhouse bathroom was out of toilet paper and I didn't realize this until it was too late. So I started bringing a bag with me, that had a roll of toilet paper in it just in case.

There were no further incidents.

A couple of months go by and she asked me if I could try and be more quiet when I left in the morning. Apparently the door being locked and unlocked was waking her up. There wasn't a way to do it any more quietly as the locks were electronic.

Naturally, I never told her what I was doing in the morning when I would leave for a short period of time. She said she assumed I was doing something like checking the mail or going to the roof to smoke. I didn't smoke, but she thought maybe I started to.

I didn't want to tell her what I was doing. Yes we had been roommates for a long time at this point, but we were very different types of people, we avoided each other as much as we could. We didn't hate each other or anything, but it was very much an antisocial living arrangement. We very seldom talked and it was almost always only based on roommate stuff. Like discussing the living arrangement, etc.

So I lied and told her there was a little old lady who had a dog that I was helping her with walking the dog in the morning because it was getting hard for her to do it.

When I said it, I thought I was a genius. She just said, "oh, that's so sweet of you" and we didn't talk about it again.

A week later, she asked if we could just not use the deadbolt at night so I wouldn't wake her up. This really didn't sit right with me, I've always been the type to always lock my door when I was inside. This really made me nervous, especially because I was absolutely a creature of habit and I've never used the knob lock in any place I have lived.

What I didn't know is she had also changed her schedule at work. She changed it to where she would start an hour later, so she wouldn't have to deal with the bathroom smell while she took a shower.

I felt totally trapped. I just knew I had to confess what the situation was and it was going to be awful. Again, we were basically strangers living in the same apartment.

But I eventually just confessed what the situation was, I started off by saying that I was sorry for having to talk about this sort of thing but I just unloaded the entire story on her.

She just bursts out in laughter. Absolute belly laugh, and I don't think I had ever heard her laugh before.

She just said, "July is coming up soon, let's just designate the half bathroom for shitting, ok?"