Bathtime


Bathtime

I was desperate for ways to feel some kind of control over my life, while being in hospital. I asked to be allowed my razor, to have a bath and shave my legs.

Since the ward was so short staffed, I had to have a male member of staff watch over me.

Sat in a small bathroom, with no curtains. A strange man I did not know watching me shave my legs. I have never felt such an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability.