Dad always said that I smelled bad and told me to shower with the soap he gave me: and one day I found out that it wasn’t soap at all 😲😲
Dad always insisted on the same thing: “You smell terrible, go take a cold shower. Here’s soap – only this one.” I followed his instructions without asking questions. The cold water cut my skin, and the smell of this piece was so sharp that my head began to spin.
Every day I felt worse: weakness, dry skin, sleepless nights… Mom was silent. She was always silent, which was strange – we used to share everything with each other.
I washed myself three times a day, but my father always said that I still stank.
One evening my boyfriend came over. I couldn’t stand it and asked:
– Tell me honestly… do I smell bad?
He laughed, thinking it was a joke, but seeing my serious face, he answered negatively. And I finally told him what was going on at our house. A moment later he went to the bathroom and came back pale as a wall, shaking, holding a bar of soap in his hands.
– Who gave you this?! – his voice trembled.
– Dad… What?
He grabbed his head with his hands:
– This isn’t soap! Why did you wash yourself with this? This is… 😱😱 Continued 👇👇
Dad always said that I smelled bad and told me to shower with the soap he gave me: and one day I found out that it wasn’t soap at all
“It’s used to treat and repel pests. It’s an industrial product, not intended for people!”
The world before my eyes went blurry.
“What do you mean?..” the words got stuck in my throat.
He carefully turned the soap in his hands, showing me the small print on the back of the package.
“Look. It’s written in black and white: ‘Pesticide treatment.’ No wonder you feel unwell.”
I sank down on the edge of the cold bathtub, its tiled surface seemed to pull me to the ground. My heart was beating so loudly that I could barely hear his words.
My dad kept telling me I smelled bad and told me to shower with the soap he gave me: and one day I found out it wasn’t soap at all
Anger, betrayal, fear – all mixed up in me into one lump. Why did my dad make me use this? Why did my mom keep quiet?
My boyfriend sat down next to me, gently hugging my shoulders.
“We’ll figure this out, do you hear?” he said quietly. “You won’t use this anymore. I’ll find out everything.”
But his gaze gave away more than his words. There was concern in it… and something else. He clearly knew more than he was saying.
