A Lifelong Fear
When my husband was eight years old, he was playing on a playground across the street from his house. Usually, he went with his sister, but this time, he was alone. An older, more developed girl in her preteens showed up and started to play with him. She suggested playing tag together and if she caught him, she’d tickle and hug him.
Soon, he told her that he had to pee and ran into the woods. While he went, the girl made a rather predatory move—she sneaked up on him even though he told her to go away. With an older sister, he knew that girls weren’t supposed to see him go #1. But she insisted on staying staring wide-eyed at him. After he finished, he ran away from her and raced home.
Today, we are married, and he cannot pee in front of me. He said that ever since then, he physically can’t pee if he thinks anyone can see. This means that he can’t start if he thinks that I, his wife, am watching. He asks me to step out of our washroom when he has to go. I can’t even get the laundry bin if he’s going. Story credit: Reddit / Inevitable-Train-423