Having just changed my child’s diaper, I watched a documentary on the Phelps family, and it took 7 minutes of me, smelling my hand and thinking (it’s not so bad), then smelling it again (yeah I smell it, but it’s not terrible), then smelling it again (yes, I can definitely smell it, but I’m watching a fascinating documentary), before I realized that indeed, my hand smelt more like ‘shit’ than ‘hand,’ and forced myself to wash it with warm water and soap.
Funny. I have been through this exact inculcation, only it was my husband’s hand as he was giving me a neck rub. I muscled through it, though.