The way a group of eighty year olds judges people for not vaccinating their fuckin kids warms the cold black ashes of my heart.
I remember the camp where I went as a kid had these SCOURING, painful showers. The water pressure was such that it was like getting blasted by a firehose, only less entertaining.
You had to walk through the shower room – there was no option – it was built that way. The showers were usually not on because they were horrible and painful and we all just disobeyed the rule about showering before getting in the pool.
I was an adult before I found out why there was a shower room like that, and that when my mom was a child, no one dared to disobey the shower rule, and all the showers were horrible and scouring. It was for getting as much dirt and stray poo and whatever off you, as an anti-polio measure.
One of my most vivid auditory memories is hearing the sound of my grandmother’s leg brace, which she had worn for most of her life as the result of the polio epidemic in the 1920s.