Living with A Body Effected by Cerebral Palsy
I guess this is more of a rant than anything else. The hardest thing for me to do right now is clean myself up after going to the restroom in a public bathroom. At home, it’s one, done, and gone. In public bathrooms, the arrangements are so varied from what I have at home that I get anxious and my spasticity kicks up a fuss, which makes me more anxious. Especially when I have a timeline or someplace to be. I pride my self on being independent, but sometimes I just want someone to be there to wipe my ass so I can get on with my day.
Anyone else experienced this?