Saintly I think that one's in their 20's by now?
That?s what hurts reading it all. What d/s can't do is destroyong what he can. He can dress himself, eventually. But the choice of in what, has to be made the night before and checked for appropriateness.
He uses a list and prompts to try and help him dress.
Things still go on wrong layer first, upside down, inside out, madly buttoned, wrong footed, have to be tried several times, sometimes rescued, minor injuries, rage and frustration contained and dealt with, and the process takes over an hour and often ends in screaming, and him fit for nothing.
Lot?s of clothes get wrecked, socks live a month because he forces them on so hard. Shoes eight to twelve weeks and I?m constantly replacing sleeves, bias binding trouser seams, glueing shoes, and repairing everything.
He used to not care what he looked like but he?s gone the opposite way.
He still can?t manage his own hair or shaving independently. Not helped by facial hair growing down on one side round and pointed upwards on the other! With help, it?s three tortured hours to wash, dress, and leave, without eating, inevitably running late and horribly stressed. Without help he?s usually hours late.
From boot camp to leaving him to fend for himself, everyone could in their minds, "sort him out". I've done something wrong or not tried enough. (yes we honestly have tried star charts.)
The huge effort and being screamed at every morning leaves me exhausted. Then everyone tells me how fantastic he is and how he's come up with some great idea, and what a great future he has, and I smile and nod and agree that he's amazing, and quietly think yes, but when you realise the struggle he has just to get dressed or stay on top of each day, you won?t realise it's the flip side and help him so he can achieve those ideas, you'll all move on, and none of it will actually happen.