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I hate haircuts.

Everytime I'd gone to hair dresser I'd start to sweat and feel really anxious. After I read a little about ASD and realised that there could be a reason for why I don't like strangers touching my head, I started to cut my own hair. My sister helps me sometimes, because I can't get the back just right, I get wispy bits otherwise.

I don't like it at all. It's not so much the touching I mind seeing as I'm paying for a service and everything I just sit through it. The small talk however.. Sometimes I just want to punch the hairdresser in the throat to make her shut up. (But she's oh so cute..)

Oh yeah, now I remember. The dreaded smalltalk.

I'm sitting there in the chair, just hoping beyond hope that the barber doesn't try and make small talk. It's always about football, cricket or something else that I never found interesting. The last time I spoke to my hair dresser, I went on a long speech about the fact that I was going to study a particular subject at university, and how technology will subtilly change our lives beyond recognition. He went very silent for the rest of the haircut.

I don't mind getting my hair cut, but almost all the time its in the same local family-run salon so I've known them since I was a little kid. I don't like my hair growing too long anyway as it starts getting wavy. Thought about one time getting it all off but certainly not at this time of the year!

I dont like going for haircuts, but when I'm there sat in the seat it's usually ok I just switch off and let them cut it. I dont like when they start asking you things and you dont really want to talk though.

Jesus, I strongly recommend alopecia then.. Somehow

I crop my hair short with electric shears.

The only reason that I have long hair is because I hate to go to the hairdresser. What is with those women? Why do they ask me so many questions, as if I'm the first person they've seen since the last time I came in?

I don't want to talk about my kids. Or my life. Or my destiny. Or Jesus.

I feel like I'm visiting another planet and another culture. A prissy culture on a planet that smells like chemicals. I hate it. So I have long hair.

I was paranoid about haircuts and when I was a kid and no hairdresser could get near my head without me going into a complete meltdown until I was forced to at about the age of five and I had the woolliest mop in the street for fear of going into meltdowns. I think my parents were afraid the kids at the new school would tease me for my hair, but I was still getting teased anyway.
As a kid my hair was much blonder and when I went into a meltdown all my folks said they could see my scalp blushing bright red beneath my curls and I think that frightened the hairdresser off, because I would also not hesitate to swing around and bite the hairdresser on the hand or something. Yes, when I went into a meltdown I would bite and on one occasion I even bit the doctor as well.

These days I have naturally grown out of biting the hairdresser so I just have to except that as it tangles so easily as it gets longer I have to get it cut eventually.
But I loved long hair and I preferred to put off a haircut for as long a possible. Now I just look on a haircut as like ripping off a bandaid. I no longer were my hair anywhere near as long as I did about ten years ago when it was almost down to my waste.

Those gadgets are called Flowbees. Also there is a similar one called Robocuts.

http://www.flowbee.com/

Sorry but for some reason that made me howl with laughter!

I cut my own.
I don't care what it looks like, cause I don't have to look at it all day.
As long as it's out of my face, I'm fine.

I never had to make smalltalk with the barber. Usually, I'd simply say hello, sit down, answer the questions about how I want my hair cut, and proceed to sit quietly throughout the session. At the end, I would say thank you, and walk off. Maybe it's a gender thing. Stereotypically, men sit quietly, and women talk all through the session.

i don't like having to sit in one place for so long but i enjoy it when my hair is short. those painful moments of sitting in that revolving leather chair...they haunt me.

the boy with haircut phobia

That article kind of reminds me of me.

Fear of haircuts is a recognised condition, called tonsurephobia.

Up to 13 per cent of adults may develop a phobia at some poin