What things in the house caused you problems as a child?

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Things like food for instance, most of the food they gave me made me retch, especially things like hearts with great tubes sticking out of it, but there was no getting out of it, I would be made to sit in that cold kitchen with the now cold disgusting vomit food for anything up to six hours, thank God when we got a dog.

OMG you poor, poor thing! That's so utterly revolting I can't begin to imagine what you went through being forced to eat that. I used to get grossed out by any tubey bits sticking out of ordinary meat (and I remember these bits in minced meat that were like little rubbery teeth shaped things, I have no idea what they were but they were vile), but heart! I remember being made to sit at the table for hours until my food was finished, because I didn't like it and I think they gave up in the end. I also remember throwing up at being given tinned spaghetti with cooked slithery pieces of onion in it, I couldn't keep it down folks

Hearts?! Oh, nasty! I just had some fried chicken the other night with a feather sticking out of it. Ick,

I projectile vomited all over my teacher in the 1st grade when she forced me to eat the mystery meat with the congealed goo on top of it. It actually was kind of funny--we were facing each other like gunslingers in an old Western, kind of circling each other, then I couldn't keep it down any longer. She never bothered me again.

Hmm, let us see. Much to remember!

1) My Mother cleaning the house, in general, She was always yelling & fussing about something. I hated ALL that awful noise..
2) No real privacy.
3) Too many people around me.
4) Lawn Mowers. I hate the noise!
5) People ragging on me about reading under brighter lights. Really? The ones here already hurt my eyes!

Sincerely,
Matthew

Kids going in my room and taking stuff and putting things out of place.

Brothers touching my dollhouse and baby sitters and friends.

Coming home and finding my train set I build is all messed up by my brothers and their friends. Also gave me meltdowns and I had to be the bad guy for getting upset as if I was choosing to feel that way.

Coming home and finding my playhouse all messed up from my brothers. Gave me meltdowns and couldn't calm down until it was all fixed

My brothers and their friends being in my personal space and being too loud. Gave me meltdowns and made me anxious

Being forced to wear jeans I didn't like. A torture being forced t wear things i didn't feel comfortable in and Mom being on my back about what I liked to wear

My family's pet my dad brought home and he kept pissing all over, I was happy when he died. The torture was over and my tremendous anxiety my family didn't give a sh** about

Parents getting mad at me for my anxiety

Babysitters. Gave me behavior issues because things were different

Bullies throwing pine cones over the fence at me

Family making messes and not cleaning up after themselves. Also made me anxious and caused me stress

Family slamming the kitchen door too hard and it would make my bedroom door vibrate. Just irritated me only and made me anxious

Too many kids over because my brothers started to socialize more and had their friends over all the time and it make me anxious. Sometimes they would give me meltdowns

Brothers having parties. Gave me meltdowns

Homework. Always a torture. Felt like school never ended so I could never relax. I was always under stress because I couldn't do anything to calm me down due to homework and then it would be bed time and I couldn't have any free time. I am surprised I didn't refuse to do it nor rebelled because I felt it was unfair.

Pretty much all these things upset me or cause me problems and behavior issues and make me have meltdowns. I always hated toys that belonged to everybody so I quit bothering playing with things that weren't mine only because I had no say if my brothers or their friends messed it up or took it apart because it's theirs too and I have to share. It didn't matter if I was planning on coming home and play with it only to find it's ruined.

Kids going in my room and taking stuff and putting things out of place.

Brothers touching my dollhouse and baby sitters and friends.

Parents getting mad at me for my anxiety

I couldn't get a private space that was mine to relax in.

Some of the chores I was made to do had such strongly negative sensory effects on me that I would go into meltdown trying to do them. Like if I had to put my hands in soapy water with bits of food floating in it, I'd go into overload.

Smells, sounds. I lived in the basement and if someone stomped around upstairs I couldn't sleep.

Some of my executive functioning problems meant that I had a hard time doing complex tasks like cleaning a room or even getting ready for school. Well into my teen years I could only do those things with a parent standing there and demanding each step. The trouble was that this was assumed to be rebellion on my part since my parents were in denial about my autism, so doing any complex task was usually only done in a very demanding, hostile environment. So having my autistic traits mistaken for rebellion or bad character was really a negative experience for me.