Barbara's Notes:
Reid is out of town in Portland at a trade show. I told CP that he needed to have a shower. I took him in and helped him get out his clothes and razor and laid them on the bathroom sink. I left the bathroom and went into the living room to wait. I went into the laundry room to switch clothes from the washer to the dryer. CP was yelling and cursing. He couldn't find the shower and was frustrated. He got out of his dirty clothes and put on clean underwear and t-shirt. I told him it was okay, showed him the shower and he started over. He said that he never wanted to live long enough to be a burden and that he felt that he was now a burden and wanted to just die. He had a little more trouble and the whole shower process took an hour. Afterwards he complained about how it takes him three times as long to do things as it should. I told him that no one was timing him and so it didn't really matter. It's the first time he has been so visibly frustrated with life.
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