What is the most disgusting thing you did willingly?

When I was 6 or 7, I was staying the night at a friend’s house and had explosive diarrhea in the middle of the night. Only after finishing and trying to flush, I remembered his parents telling me not to use that toilet as it was out of order.

I then spent the next 30-40 minutes slowly scooping the liquid shit out of the toilet that wouldn’t flush (with my bare hands) into the trashcan.

Then I washed my hands thoroughly and went back to bed. His parents found the diarrhea filled trashcan the next morning, no doubt by the smell, and had a stern but heartfelt talk with me.

That was almost 30 years ago and I’m still disgusted by it lmaoooo.

When I was a kid my parents had three chihuahuas but didn’t really take care of them. Like at all. They wouldn’t buy them dog food, just hot dogs and chicken nuggets. No vet visits. Nothing. They weren’t even allowed to sleep inside the house because they weren’t house trained. But the two occasions that stick out to me were 1) when the female had puppies. She had 8 but since she wasn’t properly taken care of she spent the entire day roaming the yards and dropping sacks of puppies. My mom was grossed out so she didn’t want to help so it was up to 9 year old me and a nice neighbor to look for these bloody sacks of dead puppies. Only 2 survived. And 2) as early as about 10 years old I took it upon myself to wash the dogs. And they were all covered in fleas. Like a disgusting amount of fleas. I would bathe them, apply some cheap flea shampoo and use a toothpick to go through their fur and remove anywhere from 30-50 fleas at a time and crush them with my nails. It was god awful and to this day I refuse to ever bring an animal into my home unless I can 100% take care of it properly.

Edit: I’m sorry but this was many years ago. Almost 20 years ago. Please stop telling me I have to report it, I was a child in an impossible situation just trying to survive and give those dogs whatever small acts of kindness I could. I no longer have contact with my mom now that I’m an adult.

This is very dangerous, and I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND, but when I was in college, I was taking the trash out from my apartment before I left for class, and in my particular apartment at the time this meant putting it in my car and driving it over to the trash compactor. I did so, and when I threw it into the machine, the bag got caught on my car keys, and pulled the whole set into the machine with it.

Fortunately, this was the kind of machine that didn’t really compact anything while the door was still open. So for a hot second I just stood there, dumb founded, trying to figure out what to do. Luckily one of my neighbors rolled up a few seconds later with her own trash bag, so in a panic I asked her to hold the door for me while I CRAWLED INTO that thing to grab them.

As an adult in my thirties now, I don’t know how I didn’t get crushed to death. Honestly. Especially with just some random middle aged lady holding my life on her hands. But I had a test in the class I was about to leave for, so I felt like I didn’t have much of a choice.

So in I went. It was exceptionally disgusting. I was living in Georgia at the time, and it was late spring, so it was disgustingly hot and swampy in there, on top of all the trash juice and other general unpleasantness. However, the keys had landed in a fairly easy spot, so once I got myself down the little shoot, it was pretty easy to get the back. But I will never forget the look on that woman’s face when I rebirthed myself out onto the world, smelling faintly of garbage, having done probably the stupidest thing of my life.

I wonder if she ever tells people about that, lol

I was on a Boy Scout camp out and this kid kept hitting me with his bamboo stick so I broke it in half and threw it away, he then decided to spit in my eye, so I proceeded to steal his bag of peanuts while he wasn’t looking and filled the bag with my pee, I let it soak for a bit then poured the pee out and I let the bag dry in the sun for the rest of the day. The next morning I placed the bag back in his tent and watched him eat the whole bag, he periodically looked at the peanuts a little confused but he ate the whole bag of like 30+ of them. It was excellent revenge

When I was in the depths of my heroin addiction I used water from a puddle on the side of the road to shoot up.

This was around 2nd or 3d grade around Christmas time.

At my school, we had this really wonderful Advent-time at school. We would sit in a dimmed-light room, the teachers would light some candles, and we’d sing Christmas songs, get some ginger bread cookies, one child would get to place a piece in a homemade Christmas-crib as an advent calendar, and we’d watch an episode of this wonderful Christmas-show we have in Norway, called Jul i Blåfjell.

It was THE highlight of my day, and it was so cosy and nice and I loved it.

One day, I was sitting in the back, and I start to get really bad stomach cramps. And I feel really sick. And I puke. My whole mouth is filled with puke. But I keep it shut, and instead of going to the toilet or anything, I swallow it and do not say anything to anyone, because I didn’t want to get sent home from school.

Tldr: I swallowed my own puke because I didn’t want to get sent home from school.

In 3rd grade a girl I had a crush on offered me a cool mechanical pencil in class if I dragged my tongue across the entire classroom floor. I did it twice and she didn’t give it to me; she also didn’t date me when I asked her out. I guess I was down bad in 3rd grade.

Disgusting in the “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” way but I am ashamed and embarrassed about this and know people will think this is fucked but here goes:

When I was 15, a very, VERY horny teenager, I was watching a film with my Dad, lying down. A hot woman was on the screen and I got an erection. I had my hands down my pants and I started having a wank. I THOUGHT I was being subtle, I didn’t think he would notice but… I was right next to him. He just said:
“What are you doing down there?” in a tone that translated as:
“Why are you doing that? Stop!”

I obviously stopped, I said nothing, I tried to come up with an excuse like I was scratching my balls or anything but like it was SO obvious that J had nothing and said nothing.

This was 9 years ago and neither of us has acknowledged it. I hope he has forgotten, knowing my Dad it is possible but like…. I hate that this happened.

This is the most embarrassing moment of my life and I am telling it here because I will take it to the grave, I will never tell anyone about this.

Change bed sore dressings. Wounds down to the bone. Horrid smell, lots of sloughing off rotten tissue, the works. Somebody had to do it.

Oh! The other day at work I had to clean up diarrhoea. It was in the patient bathroom. It was on the floor, splashed up onto the walls and all over the toilet. We had to remove the actual toilet seat to clean it properly because it got into the screw part that keeps the toilet seat attached. Absolutely putrid.

When I was living alone, I got really sick one time. I ended up getting food poisoning. In the middle of the night after like a whole day of barely eating anything and just throwing up and pooping all day, I felt like throwing up. I seriously couldn’t even bring my own body up and I ended up throwing up besides my bed. I genuinely thought I’m gonna pass out and die in that moment. I wiped my face and went back to sleep. The next morning, in that sick and dehydrated state, I had to clean it up. That was the most exhausting and disgusting thing I’ve done.

In high school, I was the weird awkward loner kid.

I was offered a crisp 20$ to take one bite out of a piece of pizza from the garbage bin.

I ate the whole slice.

Shtting my pants in school and my dumbass 7 yo brain thought it will be a good idea to clean it with… MY SHOES!! And so i desperately tried to clean that sht, and it failed (obviously)

Clinic visit because I had a c-section wound that was infected. I didn’t realize how infected until the doctor told me that he was going need to cut me open right there in the clinic. ‘But we are in the actual hospital, can’t we go to an OR to the emergency department?” I frantically asked!? A 20 year old mother, the father already absent a few weeks in.

The doctor injected a local into the areas around my wound, went and got a tray of tools and a nurse. When they came back in the room I was scared and freaking out, especially since I have always had a horrible history with severe strep infections multiple times a year mostly throat and ear but tooth socket, face, and knee as well.

The doctor grabbed a scalpel and cut me open along the c-section wound. Unfortunately if I looked at him I had a rather good view of everything reflected in his glasses. I could see the infection was to a cottage cheese consistency in places, he could pick it up with his fingers and scoop it out. That is how he got much of it out, with his fingers. I was hospitalized for the infection, they couldn’t close the wound again, it had to close on its own, which took months.

It was decades ago but I can feel it (again) as I type this.

On two occasions I had a guy piss in my ass.

When I was in the low point of my alcoholism and unable to require vodka, I drank my bong cleaner liquid – isopropyl alcohol mixed with whatever remnants of my bong junk.

Don’t really remember what happened after that – fuzzy memories of my partner and I in the back of a ambulance.

But I do remember what that shit tasted like. Makes me gag thinking about it.

I licked several marble park benches in my college days. There was a time I felt like I had to lick anything shiny and smooth

I came home drunk as skunk from the pub with a curry, half way through the curry I vomited onto plate. I ate the rest of my curry and the vomit

While having sex my GF sometimes when fingering her ass I would be unwillingly touch her poop. I would never say anything about it and would just continue finger her ass less deeper to avoid continue touching the poop

went to sleep with my dog in my room.
woke up to what felt like dirt in my bed so i got out of bed, still groggy as fuck, and stepped in some slimy substance which caused me to slip back into my bed where there was a dried piece of dog shit that i was sleeping with. nearly instantly woke up from the fall and very quickly realised that my dog had shit herself, in my bed, and in about 14 different locations on my carpet. i spent like 5 hours that day cleaning up dog shit out of my carpet after taking a shower.
My poor dog was fed something the previous night that caused her to shit her brains out all over my room. As a germaphobe, one of if not the worst day of my life