I hate urinals. I feel deeply uncomfortable when I have to use them and, on a practical note, more often than not I simply can't piss. (I haven't been to a lot of events in recent years, so my last attempts go back quite a while.)
Recently I attended an outdoor event with limited bathroom facilities, so I ended up having to use a urinal (or wait for a long time, which I didn't have, for the only cubicle). Of course there were no partitions between the urinals, and of course someone else entered immediately after I did.
It was deeply uncomfortable, but you know what? I managed to pee. Things weren't flowing quite the way I'm used to at home, but when I left my bladder was sufficiently emptied to get through the rest of the event.
I didn't see that coming, but I was quite proud of myself. Or maybe just happy that this wasn't an issue.
#Paruresis #ShyBladder