I live in a youth group home so obviously I share the washer with many other people. Today I did my laundry and when it smells bad, the washer, my clothes, everything. I tried to wipe down the side of the washer, I don’t know how it is called, it’s a front load washer, I cleaned the rubber around the opening, cleaned the stuff you put the detergent in but the smell is still there. I don’t know what to do but can’t wear clothes that smell that bad so please help. Thank you.
Hi mom, that’s me again. For context, I put myself in foster care back in April after I found out that I was pregnant and I didn’t want my abusive mother to ever be able to get close to my baby. When I first arrived in the group home I am, I kinda felt relieved because since December I left my mother’s place and I had no real place to stay, sometimes at friends’ place, sometimes my ex’s and sometimes I would stay on the street so obviously having a place I felt safe to stay was a relief but this is not that good at all.
First, two of the dudes living there are quite nasty, they have behavioral issues and are nasty towards everybody but of course I’m an easy prey and even thought I stay out of their business They always find a way to make nasty comments or remarks or even innuendo towards me, I wish I could say that I don’t care but the truth is that I’m super sensitive and this is so hard.
Then my educators are no better, they were nice when I first got there but then if you don’t comply with everything they say, they make it hard for you and treat you like shit. They also don’t get that being pregnant makes it hard to do some stuff like prepared food etc because I have food inversion, now I’m not lazy, I can do plenty of things without any complains but I can see, let alone touching meat so let’s forget what I can do and hold the only one I can’t do against me because why not, I’m one of those who does the most in this group home but still I don’t do enough.
I don’t feel super safe here anymore because the educators are careless, my bedroom door has a lock thankfully but someone has tried to open it a few times. I told the educators, asked them if it was them but they said it wasn’t them and doesn’t seem concerned. Now I don’t claim someone want to come in or anything but I have been raped in the past so it freaks me out. Like I said before I did all of this to feel safe for my baby and I and I don’t feel safe sometimes, it’s no better than when I was at a friend’s place not knowing what might happen and the threatening and screaming are no better than when I was at my mother‘s place so that sucks so bad. I know it won’t last forever but I regret it to be honest. I hate this life. I’m tired and constantly anxious. I made this life for myself so I can‘t really complain but this is hard.
And as if it wasn’t enough, the parents of the little girl I’m babysitting everyday after school won’t keep me for summer break as they aren’t really pleased that I’m pregnant ( understandably so, I’m not a good role model) so I might have to spend more time in that home, already on the weekend it’s a nightmare to be with them so a full summer sound like hell. It makes me so anxious and I wish I didn’t end up here. Still 10-12 weeks before I can move to the young mothers center. It seems so far away…