I know I’ve written about this one before but it’s really bugging me again. And in true deflecting me style it’s not even the biggest problem I have to deal with now but we’re going with it anyway.

I think I’ve lost a bottle of pee.

Now in my house that’s not as stranger sentence as it might seem. Given I use a catheter to empty my bladder into a plastic bottle. I have been known to loose said bottle of pee in different areas, both in and outside the house. Now this post is less about the hottie of pee and more about the fact that I’m unable to look for it myself.

Now because I can’t look for this myself I always feel like it hasn’t been looked for properly. Years of mistrust slowly creeping there. And there’s very little I’m able to do about the entire situation, that in itself is the most frustrating part. If I could look myself, I didn’t find it, I know I would’ve tried my hardest. I can’t know that for certain of other people.

Being disabled as essentially having trust people throughout your life, at least for me. You don’t get a choice about needing their help, and you need it whether you trust them or not.