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Alicia McKay's avatar

Important update: the smell was not coming from the kitchen at all. I used a dishcloth to clean sticky juice from an orange off my keyboard. It sat next to me as I wrote this. The smell was RIGHT THERE. Mystery solved.

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Suzie T's avatar

Brilliantly and creatively captured Alicia (not surprised, it’s you). At the very real risk of stating the bleeding obvious, when you were unhoused as a teen you dealt with and managed that, but in a deep rooted way that was obviously a trauma. If there’s even part of your subconscious that blames you for that happening, then the identity stress you feel may be wired right back to that time. I wasn’t there but I do know that any unhoused, adopted or fostered young person is not to blame in any way for being in that position. Just saying. Btw, try a bottle of bleach down the insinkerator, leave for several hours, flush out with loads of hot water but make sure the splashes are contained when you fire it up unless you want a tie dye effect on whatever you’re wearing. Worked for me.

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