Anthony has several bowel movements a day, usually once in the morning around 8:30am PST and once in the afternoon around 2:30pm PST. His experiences with his movements are different depending if he is at home or at work.
At home, Anthony treats his movements leisurely. He will take his time, choose the right music, the right video. His bathroom is spacious and peaceful. While he is in the middle of his movement, he will preemptively fold his toilet paper sheets, delicately, as if constructing tiny pieces of origami. After he is finished with the movement, he'll use his organized sheets of Charmin Triple-Ply and cleanse himself. His movements have become rituals. He stands up and sprays Febreeze odor killing into the air. The sound of the bathroom fan whirs on in the background.
While Anthony is at work, his environment is drastically different. Before he even thinks about sitting down to start his movement, he must first examine the toilet seat, closely and carefully, to make sure no impurity comes into contact with his skin. The bathroom stalls at work are also smaller, claustrophobia inducing spaces. There is no place for him to place his belongings. And then comes the added factor of others walking in and out of the bathroom. His once meditative ritual is disturbed. The toilet paper is single ply garbage. But over time, his magic circle will fully form. He'll be adjusted to simple joy of sitting. He will put in this earbuds and watch funny videos from the internet. He is still paid by his company while he takes these mini vacations.
Anthony tells me that he sometimes uses his movements as a motivational tool. If he can wake up early and brush his teeth in a timely manner, he will be able to take his time a top his special place. A moment when he can be by himself and his thoughts. Just him and a toilet.