Bathing Ada

Asking Ada to take a bath is kind of like trying to lick your elbow. It’s tricky … and seemingly impossible, and you feel like a bit of a knob. “Don’t be stupid! You must think I’m an idot!” she will yell.

But the other morning we were able to trick her into the bathroom to take a bath, and before I knew it she was stark naked, and I was helping get her nappy off her ankles (something I thought I’d never do!)

Fact: When you get old, you become a little kid again. You don’t care who sees you naked.

Her body was white, hairless, soft and full, draped with thin wrinkly skin, like that of an albino scrotum.
And her boobs - although fallen, were round and full like two water balloons inside a thin seamless case. Her nipples seemed to have disappeared completely.

Looking at her body was like looking at a little kids body. It’s kind of alien, and you don’t think of it with any kind of emotion - just mild curiosity.

Usually she weeps like a baby when being forced to bath, but today she is solem, and sits. Ada’s carers grab her tits and tell her that her girls were in good shape!

It’s time for her to wash her bits… and I’m out of there. That’s enough for me to handle in one day.