Imagine going up a big climbing for the first time after a nice water break. It takes a while to reach the top, all the while your bladder is slowly filling. By the time you make it to the top you can feel your harness pressing into your bladder and a growing need to release after a long climb… but then, you look down. You hadn’t released just how high you truly were. Your hands grip the holds harder and your heart speeds up. You know the people at the front desk said that the auto-belayer was safe, but the longer you look down the less you trust it. You cling to the wall for what feels like forever, all while your need to pee grows. At some point, a few other climbers start looking at you from the ground, wondering what could be wrong. While they start looking, your bladder starts screaming that it needs release. You want to press your hand between your legs but you feel like if you move your hands you will fall. You spend what feels like hours, but what is more realistically minutes, struggling against your own fear and desperation. You feel a small leak escape making you want to press your thighs together but your fear prevents you. More and more leaks come out and develop into a trickle that runs down your legs and into your shoes. Tears prick at your eyes as all ways you can think of to stop your accident are prevented by the thought of falling. Your trickle starts developing into a full on stream. A yellow tinted water fall makes its way down the climbing wall. The climbers on the ground look up at you in horror and disgust but your fear and relief prevent you from caring. Your pee completely soakes your pants and continues to trickle down the wall, even after you regain control. Your fingers grow weak and slip from the holds. For a split second you brain is completely overrun with fear, making you completely forget about your accident and making your bladder start to empty once again. You close your eyes and wet yourself as the auto-belay slowly lowers you to the floor. By the time you reach the ground your sitting an a large puddle of urine while you bladder finally empties itself. it takes you a second to realize you’re not dead while initially fills you with overwhelming joy… until you look down at your completely soiled pants. You begin to cry again and look around you just to see a bunch of concerned, if not a little annoyed climbers.