aradialspire wrote:
I went through a prolonged period of illness, and I had to consider this.
At one point, I was learning to use a sight cane (the little stick so you can see where you're going; my vision is better now thankfully!), and the vision trainer decided she was going to come upstairs to see how I handled stairs and maneuvering around the house.
I didn't know it at the time, but I had a glass dildo and a GIGANTIC bottle of water-based lubricant on the bedside table 😂😂💀 She was very uncomfortable when we went out on the patio to practice some skills, and I, for the life of me, couldn't figure out why. I thought she was worried about safety because it was rickety. Later in the day, I figured it out when making the bed and tidying up.
At first, I was horrified and called my friend, crying about it. I wondered what was going to happen if I died and someone found all my weird stuff. Then we laughed for a long time. Who gives a shit, we're all doing something!
You are a full and complete human being with many facets. Once you go, you're gone. You have children and grandchildren; obviously, they got here somehow. Some might be a little freaked out, and some might be a bit proud. Grandmas need love too.
As for kink thrift stores, you may be able to donate things to your local kink or queer community, depending on where you live and what the items are. If they can be sterilized, reupholstered, etc., they may be able to find a new home (though few will want a used silicone dildo; those can be recycled depending on the material composition; you could ask your family in your will to send them to certain companies for proper recycling for those that accept them.)
But whatever the case may be, it'll be out of your hands. Enjoy your life while you have it! There's only one judgment you have to worry about.
Aradial,
I'm glad you were able to cry with a friend, the laugh with that friend. Gee, I wonder where she thinks a better place may be to keep said toy.
😂