I have had very long hair since I was a child. I remember seeing a picture of me in my school uniform laughing when I was in second grade with my head tilted to the side and my side ponytail showed my hair down to my shins. I wasn’t very tall but my hair was pretty long anyway. I remember I came across a picture from high school that was a nice one that showed how long my hair was:
I’ve written before about how I chopped all my hair off on my 26th birthday:
I think this picture was taken a couple years after I turned 26 but my hair has not been on my neck for the past 12 years. Well, here it is now:
The summer after I cut it, I could run a comb through it after my shower when it was still wet and then shake my hair with my hands and that would be that. Fast forward 12 years and four months in quarantine later and my hair is longer now and I cannot have wet hair any longer. My disease has progressed far enough where my sensory disorder no longer allows me to have wet hair for a long period of time. I would be too cold. My hair takes, “A three act play” for me to dry it completely, because I have to pause multiple times in order to not overheat now that my hair is so long.
This morning, as my Mom washed my hair, it was really knotty as she ran a comb through my hair to see if all the shampoo was out. She asked me if I combed my hair this morning and I replied, “I forgot!” I’m so out of touch with having long hair that I seriously forgot that is something you need to do every day! Running my hands through my hair will not cut it at all now!