In the last couple of years my husband has not only become disabled but was also diagnosed with cancer. This has been a difficult time for him physically and mentally obviously.
The cancer treatment has often put him in hospital for weeks at a time and his disability means the chemotherapy takes quite a toll on his physical abilities. Such things as being able to wipe himself after going to the toilet during the third round of chemotherapy became impossible for a couple of weeks. I did this for him because I know he would do the same for me so not a problem. Other stuff that is more on going like his hand grip is to weak for him to masturbate I help with if he asks, not exactly an unpleasant task but not what our life together was supposed to be either.
Anyway today he asked me to do the most disgusting and disturbing thing. At lunchtime I asked him what he wanted me to make him. He replied a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich toasted!!!!!
Yes I made the gross thing but quite frankly not sure if I can ever see him the same way again. All respect for my husband has gone and he will have a lot of work to do to earn that back.