As a teenager I used to have these three or four big black bags of rubbish I would accumulate behind my door after cleaning up my room and stuff and as I was light and quite short for my age most bags seemed enourmous, plenty enough room to play in so one day I decided I was going to play, basically my first time, which put me off for a long time, years actually and which is why planning is really my thing now.
I got myself a bag from the kitchen, noone was home, noone was meant to be home for a couple of hours from work and I was home in the afternoon after getting the bus home from school. I opened my bag and balled myself up, it wasnt enough, so I pulled over the least full bag into my bag and tied my bag tight. I shuffled round til the other bag was open upside down ontop of me til the contents fell out over me and began to do what teenage boys do.
However, my older brother decided to stop via the house between work and football team practice (he coached indoor five aside two nights a week) and so it took me by surprise when I heard him come up the stairs having been quite preoccupied. I quietened myself and breathed slowly, noticing it was harder to breath and I was so scared of being caught.
He made noises in his room and thhen presumably came to look for me.
In moving the bag over me and playing I had ended up sort of on my side and half out in the room. I could hear my brother complain about the mess, then he grabbed my bag from where it was tied and dragged it to the three other bags, lifting one at the side he pushed my bag beside the other two, placed the third ontop of mine and the others and wedged the door back to hide the bags between the side of my large wardrobe, the wall and the back of the door, I couldn't move, I was immobile, and air was running out still. I heard him go into the shower so i picked my way to the edge of the bag and cut an airhole and gasped with relief, there was aweird dense pain in my head that was very heavy which was soon relieved.once my brother had showered and left I fought my way out,tidied up again, and didnt think about playing in the trash again for nearly a decade and thats why I follow daffy's warnings diligently.
Listen to all warnings and advice.
Plan, plan, plan.
Have failsafes for your failsafes and failsafes for those.
Always make sure you have Air.
Always make sure a phone is nearby and ready in an emergency.
Never bind yourself in a way that is too long to escape from in an emergency.
So many more warnings I could probably think of.
Just felt I could open up a bit more about why I plan and also about my trash past, even if it was just the once. I was a pretty perverted/messed up teen by the looks of it? *cringe*
Skele