Not fair!

I'm pissed off. My mother asked me to do the dishes. I have no problem with cleaning toilets. No problem touching most garbage. No problem breaking a sweat to better the household. I do have a problem with dishes, however.

Ever since I was a child. I remember what happened the first time my mom asked me to do the dishes. I threw up in the dishwater. I was grounded for a week. Yeah, that makes sense. Second time, I threw up on the floor. Don't remember what happened that time. And then for years and years, my mom would continue to ask me to do the dishes and I would just say no and we'd end up in fights.

Since I've been back, she's asked me a few times to do the dishes. Either we've fought about it or I've managed to do it under certain circumstances.

But really, of all the things she needs help with around the house, why does she keep asking me to do the one and only thing I don't like? Does she like to see me in pain?

I have some sort of "fear" of dishes. When I'm around dirty dishes, my gag-reflexes go into overdrive. I can't help it! If I coud push a button and turn them off, I would, but that's just not possible. I can sometimes do dishes as long as there's fresh air, the dishes are somewhat clean already and they cannot be in the sink. They must be spread out so as not to touch each other. I also cannot run a sink full of water. I have to wash every dish individually. This is the way I work. If she won't meet my requests, then we'll just have to fight some more.

Today, I did more than half of the dishes. I tried to go for as long as I could - to the point where I was nausious and dizzy. But eventually, I could no longer do it. I told her I couldn't continue. Instead of thanking me for the half I did do, she got really mad at me. She was screaming her head off. And now I just feel guilty. Seriously. I did what I could. That should be good for something! I don't care if I didn't do the whole sink full. I did what I could. And I did it for her so she wouldn't have to. Thumbs down to Joanne.