Well, well, well... after 21 years I've discovered I'm not alone. When I was 17 I went to a club with some friends. I remember being unable to 'go' in the urinal so moved to the cubicle, where to my horror I misfired. I deliberately picked a university with good opportunities for urinating (rural halls of residence) and somehow got through the years by making up stories about nipping to the cashpoint etc. I plucked up the courage to see my GP, who had no idea what I was talking about, so left embarrassed and convinced I was alone with my problem. I've learned my own coping strategies over the years and have a pretty decent 'hit-rate' now (as long as there's a cubicle). Basically, I occupy my mind by guessing how many items are around me - eg number of tiles across the front wall / back wall, number of pipes, number of items on window ledge. Its simple but effective. There... that's better out!
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