How do you feel about people touching your 'stuff'?

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I absolutely hate it. I'm not sure if this is related to AS or if it's an OCD.

It doesn't bother me at all. I'd be annoyed if someone damaged something of mine, but just to touch it or look at it? That's no problem at all. There's some things of mine I'd be embarrassed if someone looked at them - bunch of tapes I made as a kid with godawful notes written on the sleeves, Christmas card from an old flame, the song I nearly uploaded to the "drunk" thread in "Adult" last night (it was a good thing I was too drunk to upload it!) - but that's as far as it goes. With some reservations (like "no, you're not having that, I use it all the time"), anyone I'm friendly with is welcome to anything I have. In fact it took me some while to fully appreciate that most people - you lot - default to "hands off!"

I absolutely hate when people touch my stuff, and I usually try avoid situations where that would happen.

I used to dislike my mother moving my things to clean my room.
I really didn't like her going in my room as a child.
I don't think I am so bad about it now.

I voted "Yes, absolutely." I do not like people touching my stuff unless I give permission to do so---and it doesn't bother me to let them do so. Perhaps I feel like my things are an extension of myself---and private. I also feel like when people touch my stuff that they might harm it.

Even worse than people touching my stuff is when they put the stuff back haphazardly. Then, I have to stop what I'm doing and rearrange everything back into their beautiful symmetrical forms. Why can't people understand that the orange lobster and the yellow lobster need to be parallel to each other at all times and that the pink bunny, purple bunny, and white bunny need to be facing each other in a triangle like they're having a secret "no humans allowed" meeting? Look with your eyes, people, not with your hands! Or at least put the pets back where they belong!

Defiantly. Especially when people touch my books. Everyone seems to love bending the bindings, folding the pages, and just being mildly destructive to them. Even if its not something that could be easily harmed it still bothers me. I really don't mean to be rude, but I think people shouldn't molest my personal belongings. I don't see any reason to be so grabby.

It doesn't happen to me much now but when I was living at home I remember when visitors came with their kids I used to hate them going into my room.
There was this one little girl who used to go through all my drawers and I used to try and prevent her from going in my room then she would ask my Mum if it was okay for her to go in I felt so powerless to try and stop her.
Now I think people ask me first if its okay to look at things like my DVDs.

It bothers me in a way that is extremely difficult to describe. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, oh, but it does. It takes extreme control not to start yelling "What the f*** are you doing, put my stuff back!" every time I see someone looking at something without my permission. And with my permission, I still feel as if I have to supervise the situation.

Depends on what it is.

I seriously dislike it.

I get very annoyed and frustrated, however I do lend some things to my friends like DVD's but I've found that it makes me panic a lot and I tell them if they are damaged in any way I will be very angry. I don't let people near my books.

Now, the second case is where someone touches my things without asking, I get very angry. I inspect my room throughly each time I go into it to see if anyone has touched my stuff. My brother scratched my C.S.I. game, it still works but it is very distressing especially because he didn't ask if he could go near it. I'm very territorial though.

It used to bother me a lot. But then, over the years, the things that meant a lot to me were broken, or stolen, etc. Now the things that really, really matter to me are more... intangible, I guess? My dreams, my accomplishments, people I love. The stuff is only physical representations of that. Which, btw, is a nice safe way to feel.