Public toilet Phobia!!

Is there any thing worse than when you are busting to go to the toilet and the only ones that are available are unclean, and likeable to filthy cesspits??

Believe it or not, this photo is real and represents the type of bathroom facilities in Australia that are used at festivals, carnivals and some parks. This small (can’t turn around small) box contains a toilet and hand basin, with running water and lockable door (thankfully). Usually these are also unisex, so thousands of people can use these over a few hours.

The real fear is not the fact that you may just wet your pants from holding on too long, but of the filthy toilet that you have to use.

Whilst lining up to use the this type of facility with my daughter at a carnival last weekend, my phobia of the public toilet was made ten fold by the looks on the other female’s faces when they were exiting them. One woman’s face was that of disgust and shock, and another’s was relief to just get out! When I finally got to my turn, I was a bit worried from the start even by opening the door. The floor was saturated, hopefully by water, not wee; and with wet pieces of toilet paper. Gross !! The seat did have wee on it! So whilst trying not to let my body touch the inside of the cubicle or the seat, the balancing act begins. All the while my nose is on high alert, being assaulted by the smell of urine and the disinfectant used to disguise the smells.

It’s the crouching over, squatting, getting close enough so not to pee on the back of your pants and to hopefully aim into the toilet itself. All the while holding your pants up high enough so they do not touch the seat or drop into the water on the filthy floor. The struggle is REAL!!

Ok, so you manage to get your pants back up, without dropping your handbag or touching anything unnecessary. Usually there is foot activated pedal to flush the toilet and it opens up and deposits the contents into God knows where? So you wash your hands and try to exit by turning around and facing the door and then realise that you have to pull the door latch to open it. All the while thinking about the people that didn’t wash their hands or did touch the seat.

You exit, breathe in fresh air and the relief is immediate. You survived. YAY FOR YOU!

Then you feel slightly sorry for the long line of females waiting to use the facilities. And feel grateful that it’s not you. :)

My daughter, who was watching the reactions of other females exiting, decided not to go, and to wait to use other bathrooms on the other side of the park.. These ones had a a toilet inside, and outside was a communal sink to wash your hands in. Try not to think about opening the door before washing your hands!!

Toilet phobia is real .

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