Nine months ago we moved to this lovely house with three huge bedrooms, a massive kitchen and a lovely large garden. The bathroom was beautifully tiled with a huge bath and we instantly fell in love, despite my mobility problems.

Nine months on and I still can’t get in the bath or wash my hair. I have to rely on the kindness of family we visit to be able to shower and wash my hair properly. In between visits to family members’ homes I have to strip-wash at the sink and use spray-on dry shampoo.

Social Services have assured me they are going to rip out the bath and installed level access shower, they just can’t say when that will be. In the meantime I have to continue demeaning myself with asking for help and favours to keep myself clean. Except I never actually feel clean.

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