shikagemaru:
Little abuse things
So, I wasn’t sure where else to share this. So I guess Tumblr is fine. So, Wife and I help take care of a friend of ours, Max. He was born in Russia, boen with a litany of health conditions, grew up in a hellhole orphanage, until he was adopted by an American woman who was just as bad as the Orphanage.
She made his life a living hell. There was physical and emotional abuse, and lots and lots of little things that still plague him. He has trouble doing things on his own a lot of the time. And I encourage him to at least try to do things on his own at first. But there are times when I wish he would ask for help, and he only brings up the struggle he had much later. He’s afraid of asking. He also forgets to tell us about pains and issues with his body sometimes. Again, he’s still afraid to be seen as weak, and not self-sufficient.
But then there’s these other things. We have exposed him to more kinds of food in the past few years than he had ever had in his life. She made him eat very bland food, with hardly any variety. The fact that he can get ranch or some other dressing or sauce is still hard for him to remember.
And then there’s his hair. He has the dryest scalp of anyone I’ve ever met without exsema. It’s always flaky. And currently raw and painful. You wanna know what I just learned recently? His adopted mother told him he has to shampoo his hair every day. So now we’re teaching him about basic hair care as a function of health.
I hope all the worst things in the world happen to her. She fucked up every aspect of his life.
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