I should add...not sure I mentioned...but while my leg was broken and I was only doing bird baths...thorough. I wasn’t comfortable with the male attendant the community services sent, so I had honed the art of sponge bathing (twice a day) and washing my hair in the sink, as I got used to my broken leg. I was quite clean. That’s normal for many people in the world anyway. My mom had already decided their upstairs bathroom should not look like a hospital, so the bath bench was moved downstairs but the shower head wouldn’t move, it was rusted in place and the bottles keeping the shower curtain in place from the vacuum that was created by the force and direction of the water were dangerous, always falling in. And water would get on the floor. I asked for a hand held shower head, to control the spray better, that I would pay for...no. One day my mother decided that she and my stepdad should give me a shower, just because she thought it was best. I was clean, I repeat. I am an adult and conscientious about hygiene. I said, no, they actually argued with me - and I may have told them to F off - they told me my ungrateful defiance makes me difficult to live with! My step dad goes along with my mom because she pushes him around too. She tells her friends how difficult I am! It’s insane. Finally I argued for the shower head and they replaced it...no they were not giving me a shower, like a dog. But that is the sort of thing, in their mind, makes me “difficult”.
There are bad parents who get away with it.
There are bad parents who get away with it.
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