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No Shame In Here

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Many years ago, I visited my OB-GYN. I rushed to the appointment, but I made sure I showered before. However, I realized a few moments after undressing in the exam room that my right leg was half shaven and my left was as hairy as Bigfoot.

Apologizing profusely to my female doctor, she assured me with a calm reply. “No shame in here”. The exam went without a hitch, and it was as pleasant as it could be.

I’ve organized homes packed with clothes and knick-knacks from floor to ceiling. I’ve packed books that fell apart in my hands. I’ve cleaned not so fresh bathrooms and kitchens that haven’t been kept for weeks.

Most of my clients are special needs. Over the past few years, the majority of my clients are those with auto-immune conditions. I do not seek out these particular clients; it just happens. Those clients usually have some pretty bad days, weeks, or months.

Whenever I am greeted at the door with, “Sorry about the mess”, I smile and reply as pleasantly as I can, “No shame in here”.

 

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