I have shat all over the city sorry if you stepped in it

One of the perks of my anxiety is that when I panick I have to crap. Or when I really have to crap I feel anxious. Sometimes I cannot hold it and have to pull over and find a hiding spot and sit in the great outdoors. I am past the embarrassment and into the “this is inconvienent” stage. It is so not fun. But if I dont go I will blow off my pants and nobody wants that.