#2897
Posted 19 January 2011 - 11:14 AM
Ah, it wasn't entirely my own choice. When I was living in social services care there were about six months when I only had one set of clothes, after a while they were so dirty that I smelled bad (a mixture of urine, cannabis, cheap vodka and stale cotton smells) if I showered or not, that and one of the kids in that place made sure that everything other than the toilet was covered in his fecal matter so I really didn't want to go in that room as it was not pleasent in there.
Eventually, after nearly four months of wearing the same clothes 24/7 I had a shower and then threw my clothes out of my room for the staff to wash for the morning, this almost went to plan except the fire alarm went off at 3AM (which may have been my fault), as a result we had to evacuate the building, the staff yelled at me for leaving the room with nothing but a sheet around me, I told them they had my only clothes in the washing machine and I had nothing else, they told me to hurry up and find something better than the blanket. I threw it to the ground and asked if that was better, they said no and that the blanket would have to do and that we should all leave immediately due to the potential fire.
It was below 0°C outdise that night, and we were out there for ages waiting for the fire brigade, I just stood around dick-slapping things (Why I do not know, I used to do pathetic things like that, being in care damages you.) - eventually the fire brigade turned up and the place wasn't even on fire, I was dissapointed. I walked back to my room, thinking I would be very tired at college the next day. I slept a while and then was woken up by the staff telling me to get up.
Unfortunately, in all the events of the fire alarm going off, they had forgotten to dry my clothes, eventually they found a pair of shorts that I had not seen for almost a year, so I wore those, but that was all they found. If I failed to attend college I would be expelled from school and college. I asked my friend to lend me a t-shirt, none of them fit me. Eventually I waited for everyone to go downstairs, there was a fat girl who lived in the home too so I stole one of her t-shirts (I intended to give it back, probably covered in booze and burn holes though) that stupid t-shirt fit strangely, but it was big enough, anyway, before this gets too long, I got to college, though many people wondered why I was wearing a girls t-shirt and holy old shorts.
Now I live in my own house and have more clothes, so I shower once a week.
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