Oh man, how this reminds me of how I felt when I was a boy. I used to love getting into my bed when my Mom had made it up with fresh sheets - it smelled so wonderful. Then the abuse started and it felt dirty with me in it - always.
But that was just another false lesson taught by abuse. There was never anything wrong with us, and everything dirty about the way we feel now came from what someone else did.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)