Things you can't look at/touch, or whatever.

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I remember the first time I saw the disgusting weeds; I was 3 and I was walking with my parents on the gravel along the lake; there were plants growing in it and some were these circles of leaves with big thick purple stems coming out of them; I only found it okay to step on them when I saw my father stepping on them. Later, when I liked to pick dandelions, and when I went to my grandmother's place in the country for the summer, I saw the circles of quasi-spade-like green leaves again, and didn't want to step on them or touch them. The big ones were the worst; the ones that had developed seeds. If I touched one or part of one I would wipe my hand off vigorously if for some stupid reason I was unable to wash it.


These are found in Quebec and Ontario, all over the place, everywhere. Circles of green semi-spade-like leaves on green semi-chute-like stems (usually not visible when you look down), growing out of the ground, each leaf with one or two cattail-like seed collections sticking straight up, most of them not that much like cattails because the whole stemlike thing that holds up the cattail is the cattail itself; it is covered in seeds all up and down and around! Those things made LOTS of seeds. ICK. I called them "grossies". Once when I was a kid I had a nightmare about them blwoing into my face in a hurricane. Once I saw some in my McDonald's salads and didn't eat them. My mother said it was spinach. I wondered if they picked up some of those leaves from outside and put them in the salads as filler, lol. Also I saw them at this cheap restaurant for poor people in the salad. My mom said it was spinach, so I ate it. I hope it was spinach!


I don't want to "contaminate" my shoes by stepping on them. It's good I'm out of Eastern Canada!


I couldn't believe it when I saw ants nibbling on one of the leaves once.


I didn't understand how children could play with them.


I didn't understand how people could keep them on their lawns without chopping them up with the mower or something. Maybe they didn't want to contaminate their mower, lol. Not everyone has a weed eater.


I don't want to even LOOK at them! There is soemthing very offensive about them. The way they were in my opinion very ugly and choking the grass, taking over its space and its soil and water and oxygen, how they'd be sharp if you stepped on them, and gross as well.


I don't know why I find those so GROSS! the ugliest plant in the world! Ugliest WEED in the world!

The one thing that I can't touch, or look at, is processed cheese.

People.

I also was so traumatized once after I stumbled across a picture of some old-school autopsy tables in a concentration camp, without corpses on them, that everything I saw looked like one, I stayed up at night trying to get the picture out of my mind and would wake up in a shock immediately if I dreamed of anything to do with it!

It's a good thing I can't see some people right now; I would definitley gag with disgust.

Paper and metal. I can handle them if absolutely necessary, but it's a struggle for me and sends me instantly into sensory overload. Some types of unfinished wood have the same effect (walking on unfinished or old decks/porches, for example). I keep a good supply of plastic utensils in my home and if people can't eat without scraping their teeth on the metal utensils - they can eat from the plastic ones too. I just absolutely cannot deal with it.

Recently I had a third molar extracted. I got quite flustered, and the oral surgeon assured me I was numb enough. I explained it was the fear of the sound of metal-against-tooth that unnerved me, and by comparison the pain didn't occur to me. Fortunately I heard nothing at all. He's pretty good. But where most people are terrified of the dentist for fear of pain, I am terrified of the metal touching me or my teeth.

Okay, need to switch topics now, already rocking.

i hate buttons. ICK

Something I can't touch: velour fabric. It gives me the creeps.

Something I can't look at: Any of those Animal Cops programs or anything that shows an animal being abused.

Me. I do not like to see myself in the mirror or in photographs or on video. I don't like to even examine parts of my body unless necessary. I shave by touch in the shower.

I only have quick glances in the mirror to check my appearance.

I can't handle mustard. I have a sensory adversion to mustard, and have all my life. Yet my mom would force me to eat it when I was younger. Even now, seeing it on a plate or on food makes me squeamish. I can't stand the smell either. The WORST is a bottle or jar of it, with nasty dried mustard crusted around the nozzle or lid. *gag*

I am also squeamish about cigarette ashes and butts - that too is thanks to my parents, who were smokers. They would make me wash their ash trays with the rest of the dishes, and the dish water (this was before there were dishwashers) would get filthy with ashes, which would cling to the dishes as I washed. *gag*

Mainstream NT sheeple.

I can't look at much less touch the rust that's on the bottom of my cast-iron bathroom sink. Every time I go in there, I have to avert my eyes so it doesn't enter my line of sight. Unfortunately, I live in an apartment so it's not like I can replace or restore it myself.

I can't touch the fabric named Cordroy.
I don't know why, i've never liked it. It makes me cringe and feel sick like wanting to vomit.

I can't look at chalk boards ....I can just imagine the sound of someone scraping their fingernails down it, that makes me shiver.

Also can't look at highlighter coloured fonts on conputers...such as the highlighter pink and green, they are the worst. It's too bright.

Pink.

Mattress springs them metal coils they sometimes show on commercials. Wires all tangled together. The inside of a dishwasher the tine things you put the glasses and dishes on. Just looking at those things pains my eyes.

Fibre Glass, you know the insulation that goes into walls, they have improved it now but the old stuff made me cringe.