For some, it started out as rare accident. You had a bad cold, or flu and you coughed or sneezed. Nothing dramatic, and nothing to be concerned about. It was an involuntary reaction, and you were sick. No one could blame you, you were sick. It happens. It just happened that once.
Then it happened a second time, with a sneeze. It was a sign that a cold was coming on, and it did. So you forgot about it, and filed it away at the back of your mind, until the next time. This time, you were laughing with friends, and you were completely healthy, but you had had a few glasses of wine. It was justifiable, who does not lose a little control when drinking, right.

The tenth time, had you spending five minutes staring at the box of depends in the old fogey aisle at your local pharmacy. Would they fit, comfortably? Could they be seen underneath my clothes? Would I walk differently? What will my wife or husband say? The boys could never know about this, ever. You ignored the thought and walked away. Leaving the depends on the shelf, but not out of your thoughts.
The day you were forced to throw away a pair of underwear at work, was the last straw! It had been becoming a much more frequent event as the years had progressed, and you decided that is was high time you went to see a doctor about it. Fearful, you confess to your stained undies, the drippage when you laugh, the farts that become slightly solid, and the cough and sneeze catastrophes. You explain that it only started in the last few years, and it is becoming so much more frequent than the once or twice a year at the beginning. You let spill your greatest fears of incontinence, diapers and rectal or bladder cancer.
Your Doctors lifts his head from his pad and paper, to look deep into your eyes. Laughs, and says. " No sir/madam, you are just getting older, and these things happen with age." " Now go home to your wife/ husband and tell her why you keep a spare pair of underwear in your briefcase/purse, they think you are having an affair." Please, try not to shit yourself, on the speed bumps, as you exit the parking lot!"

