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Try Not to Cringe During these OB/GYN Horror Stories

1. Name-calling is so unnecessary for all professionals. “I had been going in to complain about some pretty intense vaginal contact pain, like so bad that… Trista Smith - June 24, 2021

Women already know that it’s never any fun going to the gynecologist for an appointment, no matter what the reason is behind it. It may be uncomfortable, awkward, or embarrassing for some, especially for those who are self-conscious about themselves “down there.” But once you hit a certain age, you already know what to expect, for the most part, when booking an appointment to see your OB/GYN. We may not look forward to these appointments. However, they are essential to attend. Whether you go alone or bring someone along, sometimes things may not go quite as expected.

We already feel embarrassed about having someone take a look around down there, and it may feel awkward or even uncomfortable. However, we never expect to have something embarrassing happen while there. Sometimes women even cover up their underwear to hide them when asked to put a gown on. How silly is that? We just want to get in, get looked at, and get out as quickly as possible. Sometimes, that isn’t the case, and in this article, others have shared their stories of embarrassing, awkward, and worst experiences they have had while at the gynecologist. And, if you think these stories are cringe-worthy, wait until you read when people share their worst doctor visits.

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20. A painful trip to the OB/GYN leads to a divorce.

“Worst experience: I noticed I had some dry area off to the very side of ahem, the most sensitive area. Go in, dr. says, “It looks like a form of eczema, but we should biopsy it anyway.” Next, I’m getting a shot of lidocaine to the vag. They kept testing to see if I was numb, then said, “It’s kind of hard to get this area exactly numb because of the folds of skin.” Awesome. So, it sort of feels numb down there, but not really, and they decide it’s good enough to go in and do the biopsy.

Which was really them just taking some scissors and snipping a piece of my vag off that might be close enough to be considered part of the clitoris. And, I was NOT numb. I screamed. Then, afterward, the lidocaine decides to kick in. My husband (now ex) can’t get off of work to pick me up, even though I’ve just had part of my vag crudely snipped off. So, I had to take the bus home. And on the ride, it’s bumpy, and the lidocaine wears off. TL;DR: I had part of my vag snipped off without being numb and felt all of it.” –xx_ClaireVoyant_xx

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19. This OB/GYN assumes the girl has herpes and a cheating spouse.

“I had thrush (yeast) that made the outer parts of my labia positivity raw…basically adult diaper rash. I had just had my annual pelvic exam + blood test four months prior and was STD-free. My fiancé had just had his annual physical+blood test for work two WEEKS prior and also was clean. Both of us are and have always been clean, respectable, responsible, sexually active adults. My OB/GYN (an NP) insists I have herpes when I tell her what’s wrong with me. With no exam, I was still fully dressed.

I insist that that’s not the issue, that it’s obviously yeast. (I mean, the discharge is hard to copy; it was a rash — not lesions or bumps). I’m really sensitive down there and get infections a lot. And this one got out of control because it, of course, HAD to occur over the holidays when no one was open to getting examined early. She’s been my NP for five years; she should realize this. I explain we’ve both recently been examined, and neither of us has the herp. She replies, “Well, all men cheat. He cheated on you.” –Dianaofwhales

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18. Some things should be left unsaid by nurses, especially at the gyno office.

“I was an egg donor, and before the procedure, they have to…prop you open. This happens a few minutes before they give you anesthesia, and for me, it was excruciating. It was only propped open like an inch in diameter, but it was some cold metal object, and I was shaking and starting to tear up. They asked if I was in pain, and I said yes, actually, a lot. The one nurse apologizes but then says, “Your boyfriend must be a lucky man.” I didn’t really feel like explaining that I didn’t have a bf.

But I wish I did because my best guy friend had driven me to the procedure and was in the waiting room. When he was driving me home, he was all awkward and said the nurses were talking to him and thought he was my boyfriend. I still cringe now because that guy is more like a brother, and I’m scared the nurses were talking to him about me like that.” Hopefully, the nurses weren’t! Talk about an awkward ride home. Also, should a nurse really be saying such a thing to a patient like that? Let’s see what others have to say about their experiences while at the gynecologist. –IThinkImDumb

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17. Just an uncomfortable and unfortunate situation all the way around.

“In my early 20’s I had an unplanned pregnancy. I didn’t know I was prego until I went to the ER for pain and bleeding. By this time, my ex and I had just broken up (he was playing in the NFL), and when I told him, he was a TOTAL unsupportive dick and accused me of lying about it. The team he was signed to were in the Super Bowl, and on Super Bowl night, I experienced more severe pain, ended up back in the ER, and found out the pregnancy was in my tubes and was life-threatening. The super hot doctor doing my exam and procedure prep had the TV on in my room…turned to the Super Bowl.

So here he was, elbow deep in my vag, talking about how he was rooting for my ex’s team. He could tell how upset and nervous I was and said, “This must be really hard for you. Where is the baby’s father tonight that he couldn’t be here with you for something as serious as this?” I pointed to the TV, and after a few more questions, he got it and shut off the TV. A crap day all around, and it sounds terrible, but I am SO thankful the pregnancy wasn’t viable. I would have had a tough life.” –ELLE_S_D

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16. Having to pee at the OB/GYN appointment.

“Had to get a pelvic ultrasound one time. I was instructed to drink about 3-4 glasses of water before going in to get the ultrasound. Plus, I have a tiny bladder, so I know this isn’t going to go well. I arrive at the office and already have to pee. They make me wait 15 minutes, and I REALLY gotta go, but they have to do this freaking ultrasound on a full bladder. If you’ve never had a pelvic ultrasound before, allow me to share the experience with you. They take a dildo-shaped device, stick a condom and some lubricant on it, and shove it up your vagina to get images.

Then, after that, they take the regular ultrasound device and press it down on top of your bladder to take images of that. All while you really, really, REALLY gotta pee. It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. Thankfully there was a bathroom attached to this particular exam room, so they let me know as soon as I could relieve myself, and I flew off that exam table and into the restroom. I cannot describe how good it felt to finally relieve myself after holding it in (after four glasses of water!) for so long.” –QuietLotus

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15. A gushfest at the OB/GYN is never good.

“I was 38. I’d been on the pill most of my life and, after I was done having kids, decided to get a non-hormonal IUD. Well, the pill really shortens your periods and, all of a sudden, mine were 10-day gush fest. Disgusting, clotty, Ultra Super Tampon, changing it every hour, hell. And then I had to take a seven-hour red-eye flight right in that two-day window of anemia. I’ve had two baby skulls pass through there; surely, I can put two or three tampons in! Yeah. Somehow I lost one. I may have been (was) drunk.

Halfway through the vacation and halfway through sex, I stop and go down on my husband and nearly die from the smell. We both take showers, still with the gag-inducing smell. I call a moratorium on sex, suspecting bacterial vaginosis, and see my doc ASAP. He pulls out a grey (GREY) tampon that he dumped directly into the hazardous waste container. The smell, I don’t even know how to describe it. Spoiled, rancid meat? It was horrific, and I’ve never been more mortified in my life.” That would have been a little embarrassing, for sure. But luckily, it wasn’t something more serious. –NotAtAllCool

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14. Her experience was so bad, that this story is a two-parter.

“My first semester at college, I visited the health center on campus. I have ovarian cysts, and they can be painful. The doctor decides that she will schedule a pap smear for my next visit to see if I would be a good candidate for the Mirena IUD. I’m like, “All right, cool. I’ve had them before, and it’s no big deal.” She asks if one of her students can be present during the examination, which I agree to think that it will be her performing the exam and watching. I WAS WRONG.

I come in that next week, and I get undressed and wait for the doctor. Well, she comes in, then the student who is a male. They start lubing up the speculum, and I’m going to my happy place. The next thing I know, the student puts on gloves. I’m thinking that he is just going to be handing over the instruments. Then he sits at the foot of the sheet and goes to town. He put the speculum in wrong. Then he turns it around and fixes it.” Continue reading to hear how the rest of this experience goes for them. -N/A

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13. The second part of the embarrassing OB/GYN visit.

“Then the doctor leaves. (Mind you, my vagina is out and about for the whole world to see.) She returns with about four other students, and leaves the door WIDE open. So the count goes up to about six people in the room, all nodding and looking at my vagina. “Ah yes, I see; her cervix IS pear-shaped, ahhh.” The dude then decided to swab my cervix for something. I don’t know what, but I have never had it happen before. Plus, I do not know how he did it, but it was so excruciating. After I let him finish the swab, I started crying.

The lady doctor then berates me for being a cry baby and not having a higher pain tolerance. Furthermore, if I could not handle that pain, I couldn’t have the Mirena. I then got up and told them all to get out. So, I dressed and went to the lady at the desk and told her to pull my records and shred them or do whatever they do to records of patients they will never see again. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I have not been back to a doctor for a pap smear in two years now.” -N/A

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12. When Mom isn’t welcome at the OB/GYN appointment.

“This was about two years ago. I was 22, living on my own. I went to my regular doc for my yearly pap/pelvic/breast exam. My doctor asked if her student could sit in. I didn’t mind, so her student (a male, which was awkward for me anyway) formally walked through my examination. After the speculum is cranked open and my doctor is telling her student about the appearance of my cervix, there’s a knock at the door. My doc seems confused and answers, “um, yes?” The door opens, I tilt my head to see who it is, and there’s my mum, just smiling at me. We looked at each other for a moment, me clearly on my back and in stirrups.

After a 5-second awkward pause, I found the connection to my brain and yelled, “Mooom!!!! Get out of here!” She starts apologizing like crazy, shuts the door, and leaves. When I look back at my doc and her student, all red from embarrassment, we all burst out laughing. The rest of the visit was smooth sailing. I found out from my mum later that she was in for an appointment at the office (it was a general docs office, and my whole family went there), saw my name on the door, and thought she’d pop her head in and say hi.” –TheDreamingMyriad

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11. Talk about a possibly embarrassing moment.

“I went to the doctor to get a prescription for birth control when I was about 15. The doctor said that I would need a “pelvic exam” before she could give me the pills, so I would need to remove my jeans. Now, I’d gone commando that day, and since I thought a pelvic exam would just entail her poking at my abdomen, I was pretty mortified that she would get an unnecessary face full of my genitals. I even apologized, “Hey, I’m sorry you’re about to see my vagina.” She seemed surprisingly cool with it, though, and calmly directed me to the stirrups (which should have tipped me off as to what was about to happen).

I lay back, lifted my shirt for her, and waited. All of a sudden, a freezing cold wand thingy got shoved inside me and wiggled around! It was horrifying. And to make matters even more embarrassing, I was extremely self-lubricated because the goddamn nerves from the whole experience got me wet. Hopefully, that didn’t cause her to mistake my shocked gasp for a sign of pleasure.” Talk about embarrassing, although the doctor probably didn’t even notice or care. They may rethink wearing underwear next time, however. Keep reading to see what others have experienced. –Witchhuntress

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10. Well, that was a bit unexpected, even for the OB/GYN.

“Went to the gyno in Jerusalem. I was very particular about not going to clinics in any religious neighborhoods because I was going to birth control because I’m a sexually free woman. And religious gynos don’t like that. So I was looking up online, and I saw a clinic in the city center that I THOUGHT specialized in adolescent gynecology. So I was like, sure, they seem secular. I go there. First off, the only entrance is through all of the birthing rooms. Like, these aren’t even rooms; they are just blinds separating each room. Women with head coverings clutching their swollen bellies, religious men just sitting apathetically, waiting for the birth of yet ANOTHER baby.

I was starting to sweat because, WTF, and the whole thing was pretty disgusting. So I get to the clinic, and everyone I see around me is religious. Like, head coverings, long skirts. I’m really starting to freak out because I do not want to be put in a situation where I’m judged by these religious women. I see that the doctor is also religious, and I’m about to run out of there, but I can’t because I really need my refill. At the end of the day, it was fine. She gave me my prescription. I was on my way, having to exit again through the birthing rooms. Ew.” –marmaladeskies7

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9. Doctors should really be nicer to their patients.

“I had the absolute worst gyno ever do my first pap smear. She found out that I was a lesbian when we got into my sexual activity/whether or not I was using protection, and started asking me all these really inappropriate questions, like “Do you feel amorous feelings towards your partner?” and “Do you think your partner feels amorous feelings for you?” And all in all, she just came off as really judgy and rude. But this was in the south, and I was admittedly used to people being jerks about me being gay, so I let that bit slide.

Then the actual speculum went in, and I don’t know why, but it hurt-hurt-HURT. Like, I’ve had paps plenty of times since this incident, and it didn’t hurt like this. I was screaming, crying, and begging the gyno to stop, but she refused and told me to stop being a baby, that it couldn’t possibly hurt that much. It really, really sucked. Thankfully, my partner rec’d me to her gyno after the fact, and I haven’t had any problems since.” No doctor should judge a patient about their pain tolerance. Good thing this person was able to find someone else that treats them well. –hyattisqueen

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8. An embarrassing, but normal reaction to the OB/GYN.

“Started off just like any other, awkward and uncomfortable, but not the end of the world. The nurse left the room for me to undress, and I sat down on the exam bench. I immediately started to notice that something felt odd. For no possible reason I could think of, I started getting “wet.” (I apologize for using such a vulgar term; I’m just not quite sure how else to describe it.) The doctor came back in, and it continued to get worse throughout the exam. To the point that I could literally cringe hear what was going on.

I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say! I should mention that this was not my first visit. I’ve been to quite a few without any issues. I should also mention that it was a female doctor, female nurse, and I am in a committed heterosexual relationship. Nothing was different about this exam than any other I’ve had. The moral of the story: there was nothing sexual about what was going on. I wasn’t mentally aroused–far from it, in fact. I was extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.” Sometimes things happen with no real explanation, and even though it may be embarrassing to us, it’s perfectly natural. –TwoXChromosomes

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7. Fingernails like that should not be allowed in that type of profession.

“My regular gyno was on vacation, and some other doctor was subbing for her. No one told me it wouldn’t be my usual doctor prior. This woman had inch-long, dagger-shaped fingernails. Just looking at them had me panicked. I’m holding really, really still when she checks my cervix. She goes, “Wow, you’re right. Really tight. I can’t get my fingers inside. Yikes.” She’s pushing and pushing. I’m hyperventilating. “How did you even get pregnant? Is your husband smaller than my fingers? I don’t think you’re going to be able to give natural birth.”

She braces herself and starts pushing harder. I’m crying now while she just keeps chattering away. “I can’t reach your cervix. You probably shouldn’t have sex. You’re too narrow.” I had a full-on panic attack and pushed her away to get dressed. Her response was, “If you’re in that much pain from just my fingers, sex must be unbearable. Your husband is a monster. You should divorce him.” I ran out crying. I fired my doctor for putting me in with her and found a different one. How that woman ever got a license to practice is astonishing.” –wyldepixie

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6. Boyfriend abuse or bull riding incident? The OB/GYN wasn’t sure!

“Last year, I went in for my wellness woman. I had just drunkenly ridden a mechanical bull at the fair, so my thighs were super bruised. The gyno was like, uhh, is everything okay in your home life? “Oh, uh, that’s from last night at the fair. It was a, uh, mechanical bull…” She didn’t believe me and went to consult with the woman at the front desk about what to do. At that time, my boyfriend came in and asked if I was still there. I took the bus there because he was in class, but he was my ride back.

I didn’t tell them my boyfriend was coming to pick me up because I didn’t think anything of it. Long story short, they definitely almost called the police and had my boyfriend arrested because they thought he was sexually assaulting me and was coming to monitor my doctor’s appointment. It was horrendously embarrassing, and while I appreciated the vigilance (doctors paying attention to stuff like that has almost certainly saved lives), it was a very bad situation.” Wow, that could have gone bad had they called the cops. Thankfully they didn’t, though. Keep reading to find out about others’ experiences while at the gynecologist! -N/A

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5. Two stories for the price of one.

“The first was two years ago, and everything was normal up until about halfway through the exam. At this point, I am already up on the table with my lady bits being examined. So my feet are up in those ridiculous stirrups that make you feel both equally uncomfortable and insecure when the left one suddenly freaking collapses, and it was so loud that it sounded like the whole table buckled. I almost fell onto the freaking floor, and my doctor had jumped up from her chair. To top it off, the nurse in the next room overcame, rushing in to make sure we were okay.

The second thing happened last year. I decided after the stirrup incident to take advantage of the student health clinic on my college campus instead of seeing my normal GYN. They have really reduced prices for the students, and I figured going somewhere different would make me feel less embarrassed. Wrong. I was already undressed and waiting in the room when my teacher walked into the room. Yep. I’m a health major, and it turns out my Women’s Health professor volunteers at the clinic as a nurse. So she was the one who got to ask me all the uncomfortable sexual history questions while I sat in front of her in a paper gown.” –irishluck92

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4. That OB/GYN appointment took a turn.

“When I went for a physical a couple of years ago, it was my first visit in years. I wore the gown, and toward the end, the doctor asked if I wanted a pelvic exam. I said no, but if she thought it was needed, just do it. She said she would like to do it. I had told the nurse earlier I was a virgin, and she confirmed it with me. Because I’ve never had sex, a Pap wasn’t necessary, so she just did a bimanual exam. It was one of the most painful, uncomfortable moments I have ever had. I only used regular tampons and had only been using tampons for about two years prior to this.

I started crying. It hurt so bad. When she withdrew, I wiped my tears and put my underwear on. She then asked me gently if I had ever been sexually abused. I haven’t, but for some reason, that started the waterworks again. She just said that sometimes people who’ve been sexually abused have a hard time with physical exams, but “you’re just not used to it, it’s okay.” She was the nicest doctor ever. She really cared that I was uncomfortable. But man, that turned me off from getting another physical for a while. I am still embarrassed I was near sobbing.” –notovertonight

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3. Having a good sense of humor can help at these appointments.

“A few years ago, I went to my urologist to get a bladder installation for my Interstitial Cystitis. Basically, I’m in pain 24/7, and the lidocaine from the installations helped calm my bladder down. On this certain day, the power to the building went out. I drove almost 2 hours to get there, and the doctor and nurses told me they could just hold a flashlight to get the catheter in. I was on the 3rd floor, and the window blinds were open, but I thought nothing of it.

They had two nurses with flashlights pointed at my vag, and the doctor was putting the catheter in, and all of a sudden, the freaking window washer to the building popped up and saw everything! I thought it was the funniest thing ever. The nurses had to run to the window to close the blinds. My doctor just said thank God it was you. I think you may be my only patient who would laugh at this. Still my favorite story.” At least this person had a good sense of humor about their situation. Not everyone does. –SweetDumper

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2. Don’t read this one if you have a weak stomach!

“I was 24 years old at the time and running late to my yearly exam appointment. Riding up 15 floors in the elevator, I felt a huge dump brewing, but my willpower and the fact that I’m already late and had no time to crap held the monster at bay. I’m lying up on the table and finishing the exam when I feel some pressure down under and clench my cheeks as hard as I can against the clinician’s fingers. (I didn’t know they were in there, so I thought I was keeping the crap in). She quickly pulled her fingers out, and yeah. There was poop all over the bright pink gloves.

I gave her the wtf look, and she nicely stated that after 30, it is routine to check my butthole. (She didn’t say butthole, but you get it). Shocked, I asserted, but I’m only 24! She laughed and apologized, saying I seemed so mature she just assumed my age to be older. I told her the next time I come here. I’ll make sure my age is known for sure! Lesson learned. rather be a little later to the appointment that has an ass full of crap at the gyno…..” Well, that story definitely took a turn at the end. –lovergirl333

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1. Name-calling is so unnecessary for all professionals.

“I had been going in to complain about some pretty intense vaginal contact pain, like so bad that if someone whispered at my vag, I would twinge. On a previous visit, she swabbed the outside, and my body clenched. I was tested for everything, everything came back negative, but then I started getting a weird discharge, so I figured it was time to go in again. I’m in the stirrups explaining to the doctor the intense contact pain now has discharge yadda yadda yadda, and without ANY warning what so ever she jams the speculum inside me while telling me it’s all in my head.

Surprise penetration is pretty much never good, not to mention the addition of lightning bolts of pain running through my love tunnel while being told those lightning bolts aren’t real. I yelped and jumped up as a reflexive reaction, and she sternly told me to “stop being such a drama queen.” Now I didn’t even blink an eye when I got my IUD in, so my pain tolerance is relatively high, and I was certainly not being a f-ing “drama queen.” Edit: and when I say jammed, I mean she jammed it. There was enough force behind that thing that follow-through was needed to complete the motion.” –username

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People Confess to the Dirtiest Personal Hygiene Habits

Good hygiene habits are something everyone should have. Whether it’s something as simple as brushing your teeth before bed or when you wake up to putting… Trista Smith - June 21, 2021

Good hygiene habits are something everyone should have. Whether it’s something as simple as brushing your teeth before bed or when you wake up to putting clean underwear on before starting your day. You wouldn’t think that it would be hard to do these simple tasks, especially if you started making them a habit in your daily lives starting at a young age. Parents and guardians should know that teaching children life lessons and tasks early on will help them out in the future.

However, even if someone was raised right and taught to wash their hands after using the bathroom or shower and wash their bottoms daily, not everyone carries those habits into their adult life. Maybe they’re lazy or don’t have enough time because they’re running late for something. Perhaps it slipped their mind, or they just simply don’t feel like doing it. Whatever the case may be, just know that people out there don’t have very good hygiene habits. In this article, people share disgusting hygiene stories. So continue reading if you’re curious about those habits.

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20. This grandma and grandpa have bad hygiene!

Tesdinic shares a story about their grandparents. “This reminds me of my grandparents. For whatever reason, despite the fact that they knew about and used the internet, basic common sense, etc., my grandfather just one day decided to stop brushing his teeth and demanded my grandmother do the same. So they did – every day at work at the family business, whenever you spoke to either, their breath was horrendous, and their teeth began to rot.

“One day, though, my grandmother smiled for a photo and, while looking at it, she had a realization; “is that how bad my teeth look?” Something really hard to tell your grandmother, ya know? She finally decided to go back to taking care of her teeth, and luckily the dentist managed to restore them as far as I am aware; I haven’t asked too much about it. She still takes care of her teeth years later while my grandfather hopefully buckled and resumed taking care of his (I am not sure since I live in another country now).”

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19. Making that decision for better hygiene.

“We had a chain smoker come into my dental office last year. Her case was one of the worse ones my doctor had seen. There is huge plaque build-up and tooth decay everywhere. Her gums were inflamed and bled with the gentlest of pokes. Her mouth smelled foul. She needed a lot of work done to fix it all, and my doctor strongly advised her to quit smoking while they start treatment. The patient had good insurance from a tech company in the area but said she had 0 intention of quitting cigarettes and no intention of fixing her teeth.” shares xgengen.

“I’m not sure if my doctor just scared her or worded it wrong, but that patient was adamant in refusing to do a treatment. We haven’t seen her back for her six-month recall appointment either. That’s someone who HAD the money and means to see a dentist to care for herself, was given an outline of how to improve her health, was told the consequences if she didn’t follow through and still refused. I still don’t understand the reasoning behind her decision.”

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18. The worst roommate to have is one with bad hygiene.

“I shared a townhouse style residence with four other girls, and a month in, one of the girls moved out, so we got a replacement within the week. The new girl was very anti-social and basically locked herself in her room for the entire semester, but I swear to god she never showered once, soap and shampoo in the shower but levels in the bottles and even where the bottles were placed never moved. It started becoming so bad that she was stinking up the entire apartment, so we resorted to air fresheners around the house which only added the scent of fruity flowers over-top of the unbearable smell of body odor. We tried everything to get the smell out of the apartment, but it was almost like the scent permalocked itself into every inch of the apartment.”

Meegg97 continues, “She was also incredibly messy, left food in the fridge to rot and would never clean it out, never took her trash from her room out. Basically, her basic life hygiene was on the same level as her personal hygiene, non-existent. We had a meeting with our RA, but nothing progressed, and she still smelled. No one in the house had ever seen what the inside of her room looked like because she kept the door locked constantly until move out day, and when I tell you’ve I’ve never seen a dirtier room in my life, I’m not exaggerating, remember all that garbage she never took out once? It’s because it was all piled up in the corner and under her bed. Food that had been spilled just hardened and crusted on the floor used tissues EVERYWHERE. It was disgusting, and the day I moved out was the happiest day of my life. I could finally breathe fresh air again.”

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17. That’s not how you’re supposed to wash your laundry.

“Ugh, I lived with a guy in college (large house with about 30 occupants) who would “wash” his clothes, which consisted of him shoving as many clothes as he could fit in the washer and not add laundry soap because it was “too expensive.” So, he ended up with clothes that smelled like mildew and BO instead of just BO. Then he’d put that mess in the dryer, and the whole basement smelled like warm mildew and BO. It was sickening.” tells tappytaps.

“The house manager finally spoke to him. It didn’t work. We started buying bulk laundry detergent out of our house funds for all house occupants to use. That sort of worked, but he still shoved too much stuff in the washer. Finally, the house manager actually showed him that he had to leave a little room so the clothes could be agitated in the washer to get them clean, and he finally understood. You’d think the ridiculously stinky clothes would be a clue, but I’m guessing he had to be nose blind at that point.”

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16. He needed more than just a shower.

“A guy we called the stink beast. I was a rent-to-own delivery guy right out of college. We had a regular customer that smelled like a sock stuffed with boiled cabbage and soaked in diarrhea all the time. He also only wore tank tops. I went to his nasty house to pick up a stereo he couldn’t pay for. I spent twenty minutes in his house unhooking wires, etc. There was dog crap ON THE COUCH, next to me in more than one spot. And I mean actual turds, not a smear of something. I rolled the stereo out on a dolly through several more piles of poop and loaded the stereo into the van.”

Middleagenotdead continues, “As I’m ready to close the door, he runs out with a wad of cash and wants me to put it back. While I’m writing up a new ticket, he leans in to adjust something on the stereo. His sweaty, hairy pit jams right into my face. It was like getting hit in the face with a used diaper. I immediately whirled around and puked in his yard. While I’m trying to be nice and pretend I’m getting the flu, his dog proceeds to come over and eat my puke. So yeah, this guy!”

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15. Just throw the whole house away.

“After a night at the bar, I went home with this cute guy who outwardly seemed pretty normal and attractive… got to his place, and it was filled with garbage… like a layer of garbage spread on the floor. I had a few drinks in me, so I was like, okay, he’s cute. This is gross but let’s see how it goes. It takes me to his bedroom, and there’s literally disgusting old food and garbage in the bed and in the sheets, like not just containers, expired disgusting open food directly on the bed, and LOTS of it. It was so revolting I started thinking of excuses to leave.”

Gabahgoole goes on to say, “This guy was cute though, so I stuck around another 5-10 thinking how we can work this out. We sat on the bed, and literally under the sheets were filled with garbage too. He proceeds to take off his socks for whatever reason, and his toenails are completely black under the nails/long/his feet are so dirty like they hadn’t been washed ever. I gagged a little before bolting out of there, saying I didn’t feel well, which I didn’t. Honestly, I was young and willing to put up with a lot, but it was a no-go.”

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14. Free pizza won’t solve this problem.

IC–XC–NI–KA shares, “I have one and only one instance of insane hygiene. When I was in college, they got some dorm assignments screwed up. I played baseball, and thus I was in the athletic dorm. For some reason, rather than assigning another ballplayer to my room, they assigned some random guy. This initially was no problem for me. I was not a stereotypical jock and had many friends who were not athletes. The first day was okay. It turned out he worked at Domino’s Pizza and would bring home four or five pizzas after work.”

“So he shows up with some pizza and says I can have all I want. I’m thinking this might be cool. Free pizza every day. Alas, things quickly took a turn. The first and second nights, I noticed just a hint of that “dirty feet smell.” The dude didn’t take his shoes off either night, so I was like, “where is this coming from.” But really, it was not that noticeable. Just the occasional whiff, as I said. The third night. OMG. I walked in from baseball practice late, and he was already there playing his Xbox (he had the latest versions of PS and XBOX and tons of games… I mention this so that it’s clear that poverty is not to blame for this situation).”

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13. Part two continued…

IC–XC–NI–KA goes on to say, “Anyway, I walked into the room and smelled a smell that I have never smelled before or since. A smell beyond description. He had simply taken off his shoes. His socks were BLACK. They were supposed to be white. God knows the last time he had changed them. I stepped back outside to keep from gagging. For the next month, until they straightened out the dorm situation, I was only in my room for sleep—nothing else. The only way I could sleep was to spray my pillow with cologne or something and bury my face in it. The smell hung in the air after that. Even when he wasn’t there.”

“When my friends would come by to get me to go out, they would walk in and immediately turn and leave and give me WTF look. During my month living with my new friend (who, to my knowledge, never actually attended a class), I NEVER saw him shower. I saw him in two sets of clothes during that month: his pizza uniform and a T-shirt and gym shorts ensemble completed by his soiled socks. After he was relocated, I never saw him again. And I pray that whoever was his new roommate was born without a sense of smell.”

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12. Too lazy to go to the bathroom.

“My oldest brother had developed a problem of using plastic bottles to pee in instead of going two feet to the bathroom (his room is right next to it). I came home for the first time in months, and my other brothers and I were doing some cleaning. One of them went to put some clothes in his room, and on the desk next to the door was a drinking cup full of fresh pee from that morning. We have no idea if he has peed in any other cups that everyone else drinks from.” shares Chaotic_Useless.

“It’s escalated from moldy food and “snot” socks eating holes into the wall next to his bed to him being too lazy to go pee. He can get up out of bed to pee in a cup but not to go use the toilet. The grossest thing is he has tried to pass it off as “apple juice” or “sweet tea,” and he gets upset for anyone telling my parents and insists he doesn’t do it despite the overwhelming evidence. He’s 20, btw.”

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11. Showers exist for a reason.

“Freshman year of college, a guy next door to us in the dorms had terrible hygiene. First of all, he was just starting college in his mid 20’s, had lived at home with mom and Dad until then. Basically, he would stay up all night playing NCAA football and basketball and sleep all day, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that he never showered. And when I say never, I mean sometime he’d go outside and play basketball or ultimate Frisbee and then straight back to his room as we all went and showered.”

Scottcoopmaximus goes on to say, “The smell got so bad that our RA has to talk to him about showering. It sucked because a bunch of us used to go in there and play games or watch sports, but the smell got so bad that I couldn’t stomach going in there anymore. Think of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry got B.O. in his car and finally had to just give his car away because he couldn’t get rid of the smell. Still feel bad for his roommate, poor guy.”

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10. College can be a smelly time.

“My flatmate first year of uni was generally very unhygienic, he used to leave raw chicken unwrapped on the counter for days, and I regularly watched him eat moldy meat. Halfway through the year, he got kicked out of uni. This was for various reasons, including never going to class/handing in any of his work, and setting off the fire alarm too many times by smoking weed in his room. We knew he was generally unhygienic because we shared a kitchen with him, and my other flatmate (who had the room next to him) started noticing bugs in her room that had crawled under the door.” tells rattus_rattus_.

“When he moved out, he left his room unlocked, so (obviously) we went to investigate, and it was disgusting. His floor was covered in food and bugs, the entire room stunk of mold, weed, and cigarettes, but the worst was his bathroom. Think of the worst public bathroom you’ve ever been in and multiply the smell by 10. His sink and mirror were covered in mold, graffiti, and other suspicious substances. His toilet was BLACK. It looked (and smelt) like he hadn’t flushed it once since moving in, yet there was no toilet paper, just an unbelievable amount of poo. I came to the conclusion that he’s been crapping and not wiping his butt for months. We haven’t seen him since, but judging by his social media, he’s not changed much.”

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9. At least one bar of soap.

“Kid in my high school who always, and I mean always, smelled like crap. Musky, dirty, gross, and I was placed in a seat next to him, of course, in one of my classes. His breath always smelled awful too. You could smell him from probably 8 feet away. I tolerated it for as long as I could, and he would often borrow pencils from me and proceeded to chew on them, in which case I’d just tell him to keep them. It got to a point where I finally asked when the last time he bathed was because everyone else at my table agreed it was pretty awful (lab tables).” Shard0fGlass shares.

“I asked him quietly, as to not try and make a scene, but he claimed his family couldn’t afford soap. We live in a very high-income area, and while it was true that they weren’t well off, soap is NOT that expensive. And at the very least, it was obvious that he didn’t even make an effort to bathe. I didn’t make fun of him because I truly did feel bad. Even dish soap would work in a pinch. It made me feel really bad for him. However, I do thank him because, by his unhygienic ways, I would always think I do NOT want to smell like him.”

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8. Nothing pleasant about this situation.

“Had a roommate at a six-week college program. In those six weeks she never showered and only cleaned her side of the room twice, both after me begging her for days about it. And it wasn’t just some clothes or some papers. She had her blood-covered shorts sitting on the floor from week one to week four. She would frequently order food and eat in her bed, then just sleep in it. There was literally mac and cheese pressed into her pillowcase. The food boxes would just pile up under her bed and started to grow mold. She never changed her sheets, even when she got her period or spilled a drink on it.”

Chickengyoza continues with their story, “When we had room inspections halfway through, they had pointed all these things out, and when I showed it to her, she just laughed. She also refused to take out her trash, so she had just taken the trash cans from other parts of the dorm suite. By the end, we had no bathroom trash can, no kitchen trash, and even mine was getting used. When it was time to move out, she left all of her trash for me to clean up. When I pointed it out to her mother, saying, “oh, this is my roommate’s side. Does she want help cleaning it?” The mother just said, “Oh, that’s someone else’s problem,” and left. Safe to say I’m not going random next fall.”

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7. It makes for an awkward conversation.

“I had a team member at my job who smelled really bad, like old sweaty laundry, B.O, bad breath, and dog musk all combined. At first, I didn’t notice it, but after a couple of weeks, I was struggling to be near her for extended periods of time. It literally looked and smelled like she never showered or wore clean clothes. She dressed pretty inappropriately for an office environment (we have a relaxed policy), but I’m talking like short tight skirts.” tells Throwaway5466543.

“And very low cut spaghetti straps with everything hanging out (got a lot of swamp crotch odor on those particular days), not to mention she wore open-toed sandals constantly, and both her big toenails were just like black scabs. Oof, it got so bad my boss took me out to have a word with me since so many people had complained to her about it, and I had to give her a very awkward disciplinary meeting. She got fired not long after for a multitude of other reasons, but that one certainly didn’t help.”

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6. Bad hygiene at work is never good.

LateralLimey shares, “Worked with a guy years ago, who would go home after work, drink, and smoke. He would fall asleep in his clothes and come into work the next day. So, he would do this for days on end. He would smell of stale sweat, rum, and tobacco. Added to this, most of his teeth were rotting, and his breath would stink of that sweet sickly aroma of decay. His clothes would be covered in stains. And he would never do any washing or even have a shower for weeks. It got so bad that you could smell him across the office.”

“Several of us got so sick of it, we reported it to our manager at the time. The manager’s response was that we were making it up and that we are too sensitive and to resolve it ourselves. Stinky had to travel to the manager’s office, which was in the city, for a meeting, and we told the manager to stand next to him and take a deep breath. Stinky came back to our office in a right foul mood and ranted that he had his yearly appraisal and that his goal for the next year was to improve his personal hygiene. That was tied to his bonus.”

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5. A clean towel goes a long way, too.

“I lived in an apartment with a roommate who constantly smelled like B.O. But he took showers, so at first, I didn’t know why. In the summer, I noticed the smell was extremely strong in the bathroom, and intent on finding the source of the smell, I sniffed around and found that the smell was coming from his bath towel. And then it finally hit me. That bath towel had never been changed since he moved in. It made sense cause he didn’t have any other towels…” says richardkim_nyc.

“So me being the nice roommate, I decided to go ahead and wash the damn thing. I went to the laundromat, put it through three cycles, and dried it. And guess what? It still f–ing stunk of B.O… the B.O. was permanently embedded on the fricken thing… I eventually found the same towel at Walmart and bought it and put it there and regularly washed it for him without him knowing cause I personally couldn’t get myself to tell him to change his f–ing towel. I just didn’t wanna argue with anyone.”

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4. A workspace should not be filthy like that.

“My partner’s manager at work. My partner was isolated for two months as he has asthma and is very concerned about getting sick. He had a 12-week note from the doctor and returned to work after 8-9 weeks or so. This means that he has been away from work for two months. Shortly after his departure, they stopped serving the public and were online orders only. My partner returned this Monday to two months worth of smelly garbage building up. The bin is overflowing. There’s stuff EVERYWHERE—bin bags, cardboard boxes from stock orders, general detritus.” shares hellcups.

“The real kicker is that there is NO soap in the bathroom and the hand soap he purchased for the kitchen was at the exact same level when he left. Nobody in the place had been washing their hands while he was gone. It’s freaking disgusting. He feels dirty just sitting at work packing orders upstairs (which he has cleaned since that’s his workstation for now). His boss is a disgusting shady bully, and he has two potential jobs on the horizon. It’s just a matter of getting more info. He needs to get out of there.”

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3. Another horrible roommate with terrible hygiene.

“One of my first roommates was super spoiled, and it was clear that mommy did everything for her. (She was a child of divorce, and the mom thought coddling was the way to go) less than a month into living with her, she has taco Tuesday and leaves the ground beef pan in the sink until the next taco Tuesday. The remaining ground beef was crawling with maggots by that time. The worst part is, she didn’t even wash it. My mom did when she stopped by to hang out with me.”

Makeupjunkiemac continues with their story, saying, “She also had a habit of leaving her wet clothes In the washer for days at a time, and no one was allowed to move them (they smelled sour). She also left her fish tank on the kitchen counter and didn’t clean it, ever. It was so cloudy you couldn’t see the fish. Her little dog pooped and peed everywhere, and her bf was a major drug dealer who smelled like cat pee and skunk. I moved out about a month after the taco incident.”

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2. Cleaning up at least once a week is still better than this.

“I had a roommate in college that let his equally crappy girlfriend move into his room with him. They were and are both still very obese. They shared a room, and I kid you not, they had a 15×12 foot room that at any given day you couldn’t see the floor because of the various clothes, pizza boxes, dishes, just crap on it. To top it off, they had multiple reptiles and, at some point, a cat in the room. Neither of them understood basic hygiene at all. Two good stories come to mind about them – one time they started doing laundry… one load, two loads, three loads, etc. I started asking why so much laundry.”

Forbes52 goes on to say, “They couldn’t figure out which clothes were clean anymore and which were dirty (even with the sniff test 🤢), so they just decided to wash it all. It all ended up unfolded on the floor, repeat the cycle. Another story – said roommates had a terrible stench in the room. So bad that we insisted they keep the door closed 100% of the time. After the bar closes, another roommate went into their room, peed all over on literally anything he could. Five minutes later, the room absorbed the pee smell. The dirty roommates were wearing the peed-on clothes the next day.”

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1. Just a little bit of soap and water can surely go a long way.

“I used to work at a convenience store that was right by a trailer park. There was an old obese couple who lived in the trailer park that would come in every now and then. They did not bathe, ever. They always wore the same clothes that they never washed. Their hair were greasy messes. The wife had natural blonde hair, but her hair looked dingy and stuck to the side of her face. The top of her head had actual dirt built up. They always looked greasy and dirty with dirty build upon their skin. The husband’s fingernails were long and had dirt packed under them. He had a long brownish grey beard with food stuck in it. The best way I can describe their smell is like crap, B.O., and a landfill, cat/ dog seeping out of their skin,” says Apache_Mermaid.

“They would come in, immediately stink up the store. Stay around for 15 or 20 minutes, figuring out what they wanted. I would always open both doors to try to air out the store. One guy asked if the sewer pipe busted with a disgusted look on his face. I just pointed at the couple. I saw the wife coming, and I closed the store 5 minutes earlier than I should have. Why? Because I did not want to deal with that smell after I closed. I had to keep the doors locked as I handled the money. The lady complained to my boss, said I did it cause I was racist. I told him, “Naw, she just smells horrible, and I didn’t want to be trapped inside the store smelling her for the last 30 minutes after she left, and I have to do the closing paperwork. He just laughed and said he couldn’t blame me.”

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