Oh boy oh boy, I'm pretty certain I can beat all of you at this game.

I have a strange and frustrating shower phobia. I suspect that I was molested by my first stepfather before age 5 while in the tub as that would explain a LOT. I do remember taking a shower with my mom because I was too young to be in there alone, and I just started screaming and screaming. Anyhow, I've always had to make sure any shower I use is completely clean, no hairs or dirt anywhere in there. My mom always scolded me for rinsing out the tub before showering because she thought it was so unnecessary. The unfortunate part is that I also have horrendous housekeeping skills now due to not really being taught good skills as a child and being overwhelmed so often.
I'd say once a week is pretty accurate for most of my life. I don't think there's really anything wrong with that. Our bodies don't need serious cleaning every day unless we do activities that make us particularly sweaty or dirty. I'd wash my hair 2-3 times per week, which is also a good number for oily hair like mine since it just produces more oil the more often you wash it. As a child I had other hygiene issues that are so bad I don't want to mention them here, but they are so abnormal that I really do believe they make a good case for me having been molested.
These past couple of years has been worse because our tub is clogged and we can't seem to fix it. Can't get a professional in here yet for a few reasons. My boyfriend uses it because it does drain eventually, it just fills up to ankle level while showering. It makes me gag to even think about. I shower when I visit family or friends or stay in a hotel. That means I shower every 2-3 months.
I WIN THIS CONTEST FOREVER!

Somehow I still manage to have a full time job and a social life, while wearing the same clothes over and over because I also have a problem getting laundry done. No one complains, and I do have friends who would be blunt enough to tell me if there was an issue. And sex isn't an issue, because I haven't been having that for over a year. My medication and anxiety have killed my libido and the side effects make my girly parts non-functional anyway.
It freaks me out to post this, but it is my reality. It weighs on my mind constantly.
But the good news is that I'm pretty obsessive about flossing!
