Just an observation: if something is "too disgusting to describe," saying so is a bit like telling someone not to think of a pink elephant. It tends to pull the reader out of the story.
There's a fair amount of under-punctuation here that needs fixed. But some of the description is excellent, such as:
andThe way you had to carry plastic wrapped crap around in your hand, while it was still warm and malleable, while it still stank: not for me I'm afraid. I couldn't do it.
Nothing pretty or fun about this story, but it damn sure leaves an impression. Plot, dialog, setting, and characterization are all quite well done, and consistent as a whole. That said, as well-written as it is, I don't think many people are going to like it. Nothing surprising in that, though; the truth doesn't have many friends.When I spoke again it felt like I was vomiting, an involuntary spilling of only partially digested matter, like my guts were emptying themselves for her inspection.
"I hit her." The words pooled there, steaming on the kiddy-safe tarmac, like something anyone would avoid.