I haven’t been inside my shower since November 2009. Today I sat outside the door and looked in.
Shampoo was still in the same place. So was the razor for shaving your chin (or legs, depending who you are). Ready for use was the bath soap, the adult kind, not the kid’s.
No one would ever know that it’s a place full of fears.
What if I fall?
What if I slip?
What if it causes me more pain in my eye?
Perspective changes when you only have one arm to work with.
Do I choose to wash myself? Or do I hold myself up. How do I pull myself in? Is there a way to pull yourself out?
I dare you to get naked (heh), tie one arm where you can’t use it, then wash your hair. Did I tell you to hop on one foot?
You have to think of all of these things and you’ll still forget now and then. But there is one thing you never have, the thing you can’t forget, what you were SO used to that you have to get over….
Someone will always have to be there. You can never be alone.
Even if you wanted.