This is me when I'm not doing the stuff for my regular blog. That means not necessarily as careful, not necessarily as able to do things, lots of things could be different than usual. I don't do trigger warnings, and I have genuine well thought out reasons that aren't just some kind of callous BS.
Trying to find the right words: I honestly just really hate showers.
Me too. Water is WET. And preparing for them is annoying.
Me three! I can’t stand having wet feet, or a wet floor, or anything moderately threatening to attach itself to my wet feet. Oh, and did I mention showers…
In a way I’m really glad I’m now on bed baths instead of showers. Because even with someone else showering me and me only pitching in when it’s possible, showering is really exhausting. And overloading being pelted by all those bits of water. And I grew up having nightmares about shower heads threatening to cut my heart out (no I haven’t the faintest clue what was up with that), and that hasn’t made me like them any either. These days I get bed baths, and usually different body parts on different days, and even that is exhausting. Plus there was the movement disorder thing where getting in and out of the shower takes the energy of scaling a huge wall (thanks for the metaphor, twocentsormore). So… yeah, showers are bad.