What it's like living in the same house as multiple morbidly obese people When I was a child-teenager. I started out living with my mom who was a caretaker until we moved into my step dads place. He usually had multiple clients living with us at a time. All of them morbidly obese. My mom had to clean the bathrooms multiple times a day because they would constantly clog up the toilet, stink up the bathroom or “miss” the toilet. They would shit like 10 times a day.  Sometimes they would eat so much that they would shit in their pants. In the middle of the nights they would empty the fridge and pantry stuffing themselves. When mother made supper for the whole family they would pretty much eat everything if left unattended. I’m talking about a huge pot of soup. All of it and leave nothing for anyone else. They were so lazy that if they didn’t feel like walking to the bathroom they would shit in their beds or on the carpet. Make others clean it up and play it off as an accident or lie about having a seizure. They smelled horrible all the time and never washed their hands for any reason. Even if they took a huge dump. It wasn’t uncommon for them to leave shit on the door handles. When the clients had jobs they would spend their entire paychecks (in one day) on food. They had to have a specially made bed that could support them. The bed was worth $20,000 and was fully paid for by the government. They had doctors appointments almost every day and had like 30 perscribed medications. They would exacegerate their physical pain so they could feed their addictions to pain killers. They were almost always high on persribed drugs.  I had to share a bathroom with them the first few years and the bathroom always had a very strong odor despite being cleaned multiple times a day. When I’d use the bathroom to do my hair, shower, use the toilet I had to rush because they needed to go all the time and if I took too long they would go on the carpet. I also caught foot fungus from them because we shared a shower. They always had fungus and I had to wear flip flops in the shower. There was also a time when I caught a staph infection on my leg from using the bathroom.  There were holes in the carpet all down the hallway from all the piles of shit they left. I had a dog before we moved into my step dads. Step dad had multiple clients and at that point. My dog was about 7 at the time. They overfed my dog when I wasn’t home or present. Feeding him food with their dirty poop hands. I tried to tell them not to feed my dog people food. I knew it was them. I’ve seen them do it and called them out on it. They didn’t take me seriously. I was just a kid. My dog became obese and developed cushings disease because of them. His joints hurt, he was in pain and I felt so helpless. I hated the clients. My step dad overfed him too. He was also a fat fuck and enabled the clients behavior. Letting the clients eat as much as they wanted. Made huge dinners, breakfasts and lunches. Tons of snacks in the fridge and pantry too. They also ordered pizza multiple times a week. My mother and I were the only normal sized people in the house. We were both financially dependent on my step dad. I vowed to never become like them. My step dad would yell at me if I kept any of my own food in one of his refrigerators. He had 5 completely full fridges/freezers and when I would try to put some normal food in there he would complain about it taking up space. I used my own birthday money, went to Home Depot and got my own mini fridge. My mother would buy me fruit/vegetables and I had my own shelf in my room for canned food. My step dad hated that I had my own fridge and called me spoiled. That I didn’t deserve it. Even though I paid for it. With my own money. Meanwhile his clients were getting expensive specially sized electric wheel chairs paid for by the government. People in the household would tell me I need to gain weight because I’m too skinny I was normal sized. My step dad hated that I wouldn’t eat at the table with everyone and just ate my own food in my room. My mom and I are finally out of there and despite being surrounded by the morbidly obese from age 9-18 I never got fat. I probably would have starved myself if my mother wasn’t there. My dog is also back to a normal weight because my mother and I put him on a diet and walked him a lot. Ever since my dog got back to a normal weight his health is significantly better. No joint pain or knee pain.  Living in a home like that was horrible. Sorry about any grammar errors I’m currently using voat on a mobile browser.