Wednesday I stand, shocked as the lady walks away. "Okay, that just happened" I mutter to the infinite void. I head inside and lay out the towel, baby powder, fidgets and ice on the ground. I walk over to the sink and wash my face with the cool water, again and again. I undress and try to get rid of the sticky feeling with the talc, though the humid bathroom isn't doing me any favours. Mum knocks on the door, I hastily rap a towel around myself and let her in to help me. When I tell some one that I need somebody close by to help me if I need it when I get dressed, I get a disgusted look. I also get questions, like "how?" and that alone is VERY uncomfy. In other scenarios I have been asked "Can you live independently?" and I answer " Of course I bloody can't! I'm twelve!" I get re-dressed feeling more regulated, flap my hands and head back in!
Sorry, I haven't written for so long, but I hope you enjoy!
