Overkill

While getting my right leg amputated and spending five days in a hospital afterward earlier this month, my two sisters-in-law cleaned and organized my living space. A lovely idea fueled by good intentions, but what they did says much about how I'm regarded in my family. 
A few of their actions:

• They threw things out that I used daily. A favorite juice glass, for example. That I used these things was obvious by where they were; the dish rack next to the kitchen sink. They replaced the dish rack with a new one that's oriented a different way and makes cleaning up after meals a little more difficult. 
• They didn't read the email I'd sent them and my two brothers about clothes I'd left for them to go through and decide whether or not to donate (I'd said, simply, the clothes "on the sofa") and got rid of all the clothes in the room, which included my winter coat (just a few years old, a gift from friends), two other coats, and two neckties that were special to me. 
• They took up non-slip rugs I'd had in the bathroom and tucked them far away in a closet. Do you know what a tile floor feels like to a bare foot in a chilly house? Like a block of ice.
• They got rid of many kitchen utensils I use and put out ones I never have and never will on counters in containers they look nice in.

They did all this without asking me, as though I'd be incapable of making a rational decision about it. I admit that there were spaces that needed clearing off and, having lived alone my entire life, that I'm not as good at doing that as I'd like to be. But I'm far from a hoarder. The trash and recycling go out every week, and I'd delivered many bags of clothes and books to my local Goodwill branch and my library's used book store in the weeks leading up to my operation. They made the house look like they thought it should look. 
The question is, how would they feel if someone had done that with their living spaces? Probably demeaned, at least a little, I'd guess.

A fallen stop sign.

Ask any adult who never married or had children how he or she is regarded by others in the family and the answer will be that they're not thought of as fully adult no matter how mature they may be.
But hey—this isn't something I plan to make a stink about. My disease will likely kill me in a year or two anyway and they'll be stuck with clearing out the house, so what they did so far can be seen as simply getting a head start on that, right?