@Lucyloop,
Yes, I have had some moments of infamy, like the time in college I walked into a fire hydrant when I was too busy looking at a cute guy to pay attention where I was going. The large bolt on the side tore right through my jeans and caught my knee cap, breaking the skin and shattering the bone. Then another cute guy came along, saw blood on my pants, and gave me a lecture that menstruation is normal, it happens once a month and don't be embarrassed to go to a store for "lady supplies." As I sat on the ground, writhing in pain, bleeding like a stuffed pig, the guy got agitated and gave me another lecture about cramps. Then he left to let me "grow up" about "female issues" without even realizing what truly happened.
Yeah, that wasn't a conversation I wanted to have with my parents on how I broke my knee cap. But I did. We all have situations we're not so proud of and yes, life goes on.
You have a medical condition. It can be treated. You
don't have to experience another fecal incident again. But it does require you to ask for help. You should have asked for help on the plane. Yet you suffered in silence and everyone knew. Even your friends tried to help but you were too stubborn to accept their help.
Even now as you're reaching out, you don't want help, you want us to commiserate with you. And you do have my compassion. It's just not in your best interest to ignore a medical condition, trying to wish it away. It's not going to go away on it's own. You need help. And that help needs to come from a doctor, not anonymous posters on an unknown forum.
So please, set up an appointment with a medical practitioner. Tell them. Ask for help. Just ask for help. Please.