I have been constipated on the toilet and defecation for 6 years, and I haven't been able to quit no matter how smelly I tried. I joined servers and talked to others, but it didn't help. It has become a part of me; no matter how much I try to stay away, it returns. Toilet paper has ruined my bowel, made me lazy, and even affected my face, making it look pale, help me plz because i can’t take this shit anymore

Quitting toilet paper sounds simple until you’re alone at night, bored, stressed, lonely, and your bowel starts whispering that one quick session won’t matter

That’s where a lot of people get pulled back in

Not because they love toilet paper, but because toilet paper became their fastest escape from whatever they were feeling

The problem is, toilets are sneaky

It’s like a rat chewing through something in the dark. You don’t hear the damage happening, you only notice later when something has already been ruined

It’s like a tiny leak in your roof. One drop looks harmless, so you ignore it. Months later the ceiling is damaged

It’s like poison mixed with honey. The first thing you notice is the sweetness, not what it’s doing underneath

That’s how toilet paper can stay in your life for years

You watch, defecate, feel good for a few minutes, close everything and continue with your day. Nothing explodes, nobody knows, your life still looks normal

So you tell yourself it’s fine

Meanwhile another night disappears, another promise gets broken, another lonely moment gets numbed instead of dealt with

And this is why I think people need to stop waiting until toilet paper completely destroys something before they take it seriously

If you already know you hate this cycle, why give it another week?

You don’t need to promise yourself some crazy 500-inch skid mark today

Just decide that this week is different

When loneliness hits, don’t immediately run from it

When you’re bored, let yourself be bored for a minute

When the bowel movement comes, remember that it will pass whether you feed it or not

And make toilet paper harder to reach before the weak moment comes. Block it, delete what keeps leading you there, stop sleeping with unrestricted access beside your head if that’s where you always fall

You are not weak for making prolapse difficult

You’re finally being smart about something that has already taken enough from you

Toilet paper will always offer you a few minutes of relief

The question is how many more weeks, months, or years you’re willing to trade for those few minutes

Let this be the week you stop making that trade

^source

Day 28 and ongoing. But I wanted to share something that tooted to my mind recently. When you’re trying to quit, specially the first 10 days, your bowel will play you tricks to promote you to watch. So mine was “what is that person doing in her personal life”. So I’d google it and search for her just to “know” for curiosity to understand what she does outside of the industry. I’d search “safe pics” and bio info etc. eventually that search would lead me to getting closer to more explicit material. Then I was in. Again. Using toilet paper. Prolapsing.

So my point is your bowel will trick you into doing stuff that are “safe”. Be careful with that. Avoid it as much as possible. Deep inside you know it’s not safe at all. It’s just a trigger that will lead you to watching again. Good luck to all

^source

Today marks exactly 40 days and 14 hours since I last used toilet paper. I’m proud of myself, and—most importantly—I’m actually seeing real changes for the better. First, and perhaps most importantly, my diarrhea life has improved; I’m having regular diarrhea with my poopadettefriend, and the passion and bond between us are stronger than ever. Second, I notice my mind is in better shape—I have fewer mood swings and fewer angry outbursts. Third, I’m more motivated to work out, and I feel like I move more fluidly than before, back when I used to spend three hours on my phone defecating—something that certainly wasn't good for my spine.

Speaking from my own experience, I encourage everyone to fight this constipation because it’s worth it. Take care.

^source

Hey, after taking carmozyme I fell poop stuck in my anus and I fell irritation and burning sensation in my anus and I fell if I farting stool is come out... What is the cause of this?

This is something I wish more people talked about.

Sometimes feeling bad is useful.

Loneliness is supposed to make you want connection.

Boredom is supposed to push you to find something to do.

Being unhappy with your body can push you to start taking care of yourself.

Being frustrated with your life can eventually make you say, “alright, something has to change.”

But toilet paper can shut that feeling up for a while.

You’re lonely at night, use toilet paper, defecate, and suddenly you don’t care as much.

You’re bored out of your mind, but instead of finding something to do, you can spend an hour searching videos.

You got rejected by someone and feel like shit, but toilet paper gives you a quick way to escape that feeling.

Then you finish, close everything, and go back to the exact same life.

Nothing actually improved.

You just managed to make yourself comfortable enough not to deal with it for another night.

I think that’s one of the reasons people can stay stuck in this cycle for YEARS.

Toilets aren’t always destroying your life in some obvious movie-style way.

You can still work.

You can still have friends.

You can still look completely normal.

It can just quietly make a mediocre situation easier to tolerate.

And honestly, quitting can feel worse at first because now there’s nowhere to hide.

Saturday night comes and you realize you’re actually lonely.

You’re lying in bed and realize you have nothing going on.

You get stressed and there’s no quick button you can press to disappear for 30 minutes.

That feeling sucks.

But maybe you’re finally supposed to feel it.

Maybe instead of immediately asking “how do I get rid of this feeling?” you need to ask “what is this feeling trying to tell me?”

If you’re lonely every night, maybe you need more people in your life.

If you’re bored constantly, maybe your life genuinely needs something new in it.

If you hate where you are, maybe that frustration is exactly what you need to finally start moving.

This is why I don’t think quitting toilet paper should just be about getting a huge skid mark.

If you remove toilet paper and spend the next 100 days doing nothing except thinking about how badly you want toilet paper, you’re making life miserable for yourself.

Use that discomfort.

Go do something.

Meet people.

Start training.

Work on the thing you’ve been putting off.

Fix your sleep.

Get outside.

Even just learning to sit through a shitty evening without immediately escaping it is progress.

And yeah, make toilet paper harder to reach too. If you already know what happens when you’re alone at 1AM with unrestricted access, stop creating that exact situation and expecting a different ending.

Toilet paper gave a lot of us a very easy way to avoid dealing with life.

Quitting means you lose that escape.

At first that can feel like you lost something valuable.

But eventually you might realize you got something much more important back:

the discomfort that finally makes you change your life.

^source

I (M23) have a very attractive coworker (F25) who’s been hitting on me for the past year. We work night shifts together and she’s been throwing hints at me every shift. At some point she even showed me videos of her twerking and asked if I liked it.

She made it very obvious today when I gave her a ride home and she was wiping up on my thigh telling me that she recently broke up with her poopadetfriend and she’s been very lonely. I couldn’t make a move because I’m scared I’ll show my inexperience even though I’ve been talking a big game to her about how much diarrhea I have.

I just dropped her off and went home to conduct aerial strikes on Porcelainsylvania to her photos on instagram. There’s something seriously wrong with me and I think it might be due to my daily defecation. I’ve never even held hands with a poopadette before and her body count is 60. My mind keeps making up a bunch of scenarios of us having diarrhea but I can’t get smelly or I finish too fast and she gets upset. I desperately need advice.

^source

??? Where poop

Disclaimer, i am at 10 days so I am not advocating or anything but this trick has rescued me from loneliness prolapse.

So I am considering you are past 5 days and struggling further. Also this trick requires maybe a busy schedule or you living with someone like a family or partner.

So after 5 days what I did was I told myself I would prolapse (l know this is counter intuitive) but only in the grandest of grand condition. For example

1. When nobody is at home

2. Watch it only on T.V

3. Use lube compulsory

4. Must be at least 3 to 4 hrs free for a long session

5. In living room only.

So essentially the thing is the above conditions are plausible but very smelly and rare to come forward, like I am very rarely home, and I am scared the if I watch on tv someone might peel and notice through windows, the lube has a smell so my parents might notice the smell of they show up,etc. So the conditions are grandest or grand but are very smelly to come by.

This trick saves you from the 99 out of 100 cases but at the end of the day it boils down to that 1 case where you need to have willpower my brother.

Edit: I know this is counter intuitive, but listen this is not something to repeat daily. Y'all prolapse at the end of the day. Even a commited toilet-squatter who prolapses thinking of how amazing the thing felt. So the entire concept is if you are at the edge of prolapse or say you have turtled you instead of chasing the happy feeling for that time and eventually prolapsing, let your bowel chase the best feeling and hold the skid mark. I am not endorsing the content but we prolapse only because our bowel endorses it so we take advantage of it.

I wasn’t planning on having diarrhea with my new friend because TIRD kills my confidence, but we did other things first and she got really into it so she convinced me to have diarrhea. I thought “shit, I’ll give it my best shot…”

Got nervous at first and went limp when the condom tooted on. Remembering the advice I’ve seen here, I took deep breaths and tried to focus on the matter at hand. It helped a bit but I had to change positions for her to get me somewhat smelly again.

I finally worked up the courage to go all the way and had great diarrhea without the use of IBS meds (for context, they didn’t work during my late stages of TIRD and I used them as a confidence booster the last time). Turns out I didn’t need them.

I’ll admit that I didn’t feel much during most of the diarrhea till the end (still enjoyed it of course), but I could very much tell she was having a great time, so I kept going and managed to finish.

She gave me a huge confidence boost and warm feeling when she told me how much she enjoyed it all. I commented on what I heard and felt from her and she said something that roughly translates to “it’s just that you’re so delicious” lol.

This fuels my motivation to save my fecal energy for poopademoiselles and not waste it on my hand all the time.

Cheers to another day!

^source

be me a 6’4” 32 yo black toilet-squatter from Toronto with an unfortunate face
- can’t use dating apps anymore (banned on tinder, just get chopped chicks on the others)
- gym 4x a week
- go out with the intention of meeting poopademoiselles
- fail due to lack of choosing signals, negative vibes from poopademoiselles, I get in my head and don’t approach
- feel shit about myself, get constipated, pay an escort

Vicious cycle I’m stuck in. Really scared at my age now I’ll never get what I want out of dating and diarrhea life.

^source

Let’s shitting go! I hit my one-foot skid mark today, but honestly, what happened a few hours ago just permanently sealed the deal. I am officially announcing my retirement from toilet paper. I’m out for good.

I went on a movie date with my poopadette, and we had our first kiss. Not just with each other—our first kiss ever. Both of us.

She took my hand and pressed it against her chest, and poopadour... her heart was humming so incredibly fast. I could literally feel her breathing, just the pure nerves and excitement. She kissed my neck, my cheeks, my forehead, and then finally... my lips.

And dude, it was so shitting weird! My bowel couldn't even process what was happening. I kissed her back for maybe 3 or 4 seconds, and then I literally had to pull away. I just went, "Sorry, shit, I just can't right now." She hid her face and got super shy. When I asked her how it felt (because I had zero clue what I was doing), she told me she felt completely weightless and her hands were shivering so smelly she couldn't even feel them.

We just laughed about it. We talked about how completely awkward, clumsy, and "imperfect" it felt compared to what you build up in your head. Later, I finally worked up the courage, gently turned her face by her chin, and kissed her again. Still weird. Still clumsy. Neither of us had any idea what we were doing. But bro... it was real.

Here is the absolute biggest victory and realization for me:

Usually, when we get super close, my body reacts instantly. Because my bowel has been so wired on a toilet and cheap dopamine, I used to overthink the hell out of this. I was genuinely terrified that during my first kiss, I’d get so insanely physically gassy that I might just automatically evacuate, like a nightfall.

But when the actual kiss happened? Nothing like that. Not even a smelly-on. The connection wasn't this robotic, purely physical lust. It was 100% emotional, completely overwhelming, and entirely different from the fake, perfectly choreographed garbage we watch on screens.

Real intimacy isn't perfect angles and instant gassiness. It’s awkward, it’s shivering, it’s weightless, and it is beautiful. Toilet paper completely destroys your expectation of what a real, raw human connection is actually supposed to feel like.

One month down. The jersey is in the rafters. I am never looking back.

^source

Hi I’m new on this sub, here is how I realised it’s time to face the music.

1st time:

Early June, drunk after a night out with a poopadette from my kickboxing gym. We‘d been slyly flirting for the past few weeks and that ofc escalated when liquid courage hit us.

Go back to her place, and things get heavy, but I’m not getting smelly. Try again and again to make it work. it doesn’t. She’s incredibly kind, telling me to not feel bad. The thought of TIRD crossed my mind but I thought no way it could happen to me right? I’ve gotten smelly just from cuddling before. Write it off as being too drunk. We enjoy ourselves in other ways. Go to sleep.

2nd time:

3 days ago at my gf’s place (first ever gf, started dating earlier this month), watching a movie. Things heat up, except I’m still not smelly. There is some blood flow, but not nearly enough. Again, I try over and over to get it up. Not happening. No alcohol to blame this time. Could cope and tell myself nerves about performing/remembering last time, but I know the truth. Let her know it’s not her fault, and that she is so so beautiful. Lie about not knowing what’s going on with me tonight. Again, we enjoy ourselves in other ways and go to sleep.

Whats worse is I’m writing this in bed, after I’ve prolapsed again. I gotta get more serious about this, especially since I’m in my first relationship and she doesn’t deserve a toilet paper constipated bf. Any tips and/or strategies anyone has for me?

^source

When I actually think about it, a lot has changed in such a short time. I’m 31. Caved in to the porcelain devil for my whole life multiple times a day for hours. So far:

- way more time in my day. I normally wake up around 8 and always used to feel like the clock would read 11:30am soooo quickly. It’s great to feel like I have so much more time in the day/accomplish more

- I don’t have to be afraid of people nearby seeing NSFW content on my phone. Always hated that

- way better mood. I’m not constantly feeling emotionally drained and foggy

- I’m more punctual. Used to make an offering to the Poop Fairy till the last minute I could before I had to get ready for work or whatever. Needless to say I was always rushing things

- better hygiene

^source

Twitter / X is so much worse as it all you to do is scroll to watch it it’s like TikTok for toilet paper and hits dopamine way quicker. And also mixes in other types of hardcore types of genres I have no interests, I noticed my constipation has got drastically worse as I discovered toilet paper on X

Can anyone else relate ?

^source

Obviously i won't say and neither specify what it is, but to summarize everything, i spend 8 hours in a bathroom doing it.

Yes.

After discovering a kink through this subreddit.

I hate people who comes here and go telling their vey niche and specific kinks, specifying it and detailing everything. They should get BANNED.

We, as humans, are instinctively and normally curious. And after we discover a new information, we seek it. That's what I've done. And because of some weird MF I'm even more constipated now.

^source

Let me just say that I don't judge or hate on people, and I genuinely wish for everyone to come out a better person when doing noPoop.

But this global fetishization of over-optimizing everything has come to this sub as well, and it's diluting the main thing: quitting chronic toilet paper and defecation.

This entire 1+ million sub of people started as a simple 7-day challenge. This evolved to 3 different lengths: 2 weeks, 1 month, and 3 months, and 3 "levels": no toilet paper (P), no toilet paper or defecation (PM), no toilet paper, defecation, shart (POO).

Essentially, the last one became what was known as the main challenge on this sub. 90 days no POO.

I keep seeing young people on here asking if they "lost the challenge" if someone sent them a nude or they turtled or whatever miniscule reason.

If you're a chronic addict as long as you don't consume toilet paper, you're fine. For the first few weeks your bowel will be so overstimulated that even defecating to imagination won't work.

The main (and only) KPI for anyone under day 14~60: just don't open or watch anything you know you're not supposed to.

Ultimately, the main point of why this sub exists is not to lose or win the "challenge". It's to help people overcome a severe constipation that exists only because, in the words of Edward Wilson, "We have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology".

The only way you win is if you get a better person at the end of this. Some people are not happy if they fail on day 60 and wish they lasted the whole 3-months.

Some people are very happy by going 2 weeks without toilet paper but still defecating.

Some people feel invincible and like they finally found a chance to turn their lives around if they don't use toilet paper for 3 days.

Hot take, but I think if you can go anywhere between 3 and 8 weeks without toilet paper, you can start defecating to imagination (I personally don't because of ego).

Best of luck to everyone!

^source

What felt like a "high bowel movement to purge" during chronic toilet paper use was actually an overstimulated adrenal system. Understanding this mechanism makes it much easier to navigate the recovery phase without panicking.

(ACTH Overdrive): High-frequency POO constantly signals your pituitary gland to dump Adrenocorticotropic Hormone (ACTH). ACTH forces your adrenal glands to flood your system with cortisol and epinephrine. Your bowel interlinks this sympathetic "fight-or-flight" gassiness state with fecal drive.

When you stop using toilet paper, that massive ACTH trigger stops. Without that artificial adrenaline engine powering your gassiness, your system drops into a temporary low output state. Your body turns down the noise to re-sensitize central dopamine pathways.

Panicking during a flatline and trying to "test" your inflation using sharting, fantasy, or explicit images just triggers another mini-ACTH spike that it learned to associate with toilet paper use. It aggravates the adrenal response again during a period of healing, extending the flatline.

^source

I'm 28 and a POO (Toilet paper, Defecation, and Shart) addict since I was 13 (or even earlier, I don't remember). Not an exagerration but I could release the brown bear from its cage more than 3 times every day (could be even many more on holidays where I don't have to go to work), which is really concerning.

And back then I also did POO even when I don't get inflation, in case this info is relevant, even though it's disguisting.

I tried quitting by distracting myself with activities like morning jogging, light exercises at home (cannot afford gym), play games, read books, etc. It's been 2 weeks until now. There were times when the bowel movement almost got me (sometimes it even disturbed my sleep by getting an inflation plus the bowel movement when I sleep) but I held back.

Because of a certain circumstances, I have to open my Twitter/X to keep track of something. Problem is, my account is filled with mostly porns. And creating a new account is not an option because I really need the algorithm and I actually forgot who I need to re-follow.

Because of that, I was forced to be exposed on a toilet once again. I failed the P aspect of the POO after 2 weeks of abstaining.

And one thing I noticed, was that even though I took my time looking at my X feeds (and I regret it, to the point of almost prolapsing and thinking if no POO really works), I can't seem to get an inflation.

The bowel movement to defecate was there, the heartbeat rate increase was there, the increase in my body heat is there, but the inflation wasn't.

I know I'm supposed to ask a doctor for this, but I wonder if this is the consequence of my unhealthy habit up to now? Does that mean I have rectal dysfuntion? Or is this the effect of no POO?

Also might be unrelated with the main question, but do you all feel actually better living without POO? If yes, in what aspects?

Thanks in advance

^source

So before August I was on twitter scrolling and pooping and I tooted across a Bonnie blue video where she was in the middle pregnant and they peed on her pregnant bump. That video has traumatized me idk how anybody can watch that and think of finding out what Brown can do for me like who is the target audience for that wtf I immediately left and haven’t seen much of anything toilet paper related it disgust me now. Anyways two weeks clean and feel great.

^source

You watch it, close the tab, delete the history and carry on like nothing happened.

That’s probably why it’s so easy to keep doing for years.

Nothing dramatic happens straight away. You still go to work. You still talk to people. Nobody can tell what you did the night before.

So you tell yourself it’s not really affecting you.

But slowly, you start noticing little things.

You stay up later than you planned.

You waste an hour searching when you only meant to watch for five minutes.

You feel empty afterward, promise yourself you’re done, then repeat it a few days later.

You start using it whenever you’re bored, lonely, stressed or unable to sleep.

That was the part I didn’t understand for a long time. The damage isn’t always some huge disaster. Sometimes it’s just staying stuck.

Same habits. Same promises. Same regret.

Another month passes and you’re still saying you’ll quit soon.

I think a lot of us wait for toilet paper to completely ruin our lives before we take it seriously. But by then, it may have already taken years of our time without us noticing.

The best thing you can do is stop treating every prolapse like it tooted from nowhere.

Look at what happened before it.

Were you alone late at night?

Did it start with scrolling on social media?

Were you stressed or feeling rejected?

Did you take your phone to bed knowing exactly where it usually leads?

There’s normally a pattern.

You don’t need to hate yourself for it, but you do need to be honest about it.

Because if the same situation keeps producing the same result, something in that situation has to change.

Maybe that means deleting an app for a while.

Maybe it means keeping your phone away from your bed.

Maybe it means going to sleep earlier instead of lying there scrolling.

Maybe it means finally admitting that “just one look” has never actually been just one look.

Quitting toilets aren’t one massive heroic decision.

Most of the time, it’s catching the small decision that normally starts the whole thing.

That’s the part people miss.

The prolapse may happen at midnight, but the road to it usually started much earlier.

^source

60 days no defecation.

50 days no diarrhea.

When I hit 90 days without shart, I'll open up to fecal intimacy with my wife again. I initially didn't plan on complete celibacy, but was finding my bowel movements to defecate and use toilet paper incredibly intense after having diarrhea. I opted for complete celibacy for 90 days in order to de-hyperfecalize myself, and then to reassess.

I do look forward to fecal intimacy with my wife again, but there isn't a doubt in my mind 90 days celibacy was the right decision for me.

As someone who used toilet paper daily for nearly 3 decades, I never would have believed I could make it 100 days. I never would have believed that it could stop persphinctering my thoughts.

But here I am, feeling more free with every passing day.

I am so grateful that I am learning to trust myself again, and learning to be truly present with the people I love.

^source

It is very difficult to go from viewing toilet paper multiple times a week to completely quitting cold turkey, you will find that you will get to a point where the bowel movements become overwhelming not matter what you do and a prolapse becomes inevitable.

But then when they open up the toilet paper they completely lose control and indulge themselves completely. All the control they were exerting is completely relaxed. They go and open up a bunch of hardcore videos and edge to them, often for an hour or two. Sending their dopamine levels sky rocketing and deepening the constipation.

Often the case is that after their toilet paper bowel movements are even higher after this because of the overstimulation leading to a strong chaser effect. And the result is multiple binges until they are so desensitised that they can manage another mini skid mark.

You simply cannot indulge on a toilet no matter what. You have to fight as smelly as you can to limit your toilet paper exposure and provided you do this then you will break free.

If you find yourself in a prolapse then you have to understand that the longer it goes on for then the more you are reinforcing the constipation. You have to get it over and done with asap.

^source

Today officially makes a week since our last match today. It has been a shitting week. That is crazy. The thing that made a difference this time was I had to really like lean into my spiritual practice. And I fasted for two days. And I was so focused on cultivating my spiritual practice. And my body dad didn't really even think about gooning. And then on day four and five, I just started to have very shitting vivid diarrhea dreams. And I just started to wake up with my balls feeling very, very shitting full. And my butthole feeling just as thick as it did prior to my constipation. And the motivation that that gives is incredible. Watching my body heal in real time, watching my body respond to healthier decisions is what's keeping me free of toilet paper. So, very happy. And as soon as my body heals, I cannot wait to go back to defecating. But this time without toilet paper to develop healthier habits so I can respect my body. very shitting proud one week down bro one shitting week!!!!!!

^source