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For example, I scrolled the list of topics and every time I see the orthodontia/ teeth thing I cringe.  Yet I can talk about vaginal prolapse without batting an eye.  (Speaking of which, eye stuff is gruesome too! but not as bad as teeth).

 

Spiders and any sort of bug have me petrified but mice don't really bug me.

 

Flies in the house make me want to throw up.  I mercilessly track them down and swat.  YUCK.

 

Diaper changing is on my list after three kids and my fair share of cloth diapers. :lol:

 

I do not touch anything sticky or icky, which includes cookie dough or raw chicken (beef and pork are ok?)

 

What's on your list?

 

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I live in the PNW and slugs creep me out! I feel they are the missing link between plants and animals. I can't stand them.

 

And yet... they are all over the place.

 

Oddly, I am able to eat escargot though it's not my first choice.

 

OneStepAtATime, holy $^!!!  :willy_nilly:

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My horror of teeth?  weird and silly.

 

OneStep's roach fear?  LEGIT.

Well, I do have a weird thing about the word wound (as in an injury).  There is a sign near our house:  The Wound Care Center.  Kind of freaks me out.  DH knows it.  He gleefully says the whole title in a creepy voice every time we pass it.  You'd think he'd get over it by now.   :glare:  :lol:

 

And I have no explanation whatsoever for why that particular word is an issue...

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I will not walk in my parents house (my childhood home)in the dark.  I turn on every light, full strength along the way.(my dad was a fan or 100watt bulbs, so it is a lot of light LOL) They live on a hillside where those 1-2 inch long roaches live outside as well as in the house, so they are always battling them.  Tooo many years of growing up, finding them with your feet in the dark make me shudder even thinking about them.

 

 

I have mild asthma, but when I hear someone talk or cough with a very mucousy sound, it makes me feel like I am having an asthma attack.  I think it is a sympathetic response, wanting to breath for them.  LOL  

 

 

A bite of chicken fat, or gristle will make me gag faster than I can even realize what it is.  There is a very specific texture to chicken fat that is like none other to me. 

 

 

 

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That's interesting!  Real cotton balls or the fake ones?  Or both?  And I didn't realize cornstarch made a sound.  I must listen more closely next time.  Hmmmm....

The ones in a bag from the store. It's a thing. The only other people I've met who know it makes a sound are ones similarly skeeved. The cottonball issues are googleable.

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Cotton balls and/or cornstarch. I can't stand the way they feel or sound. Yes, they make a sound. 

 

Oh god, yes, it makes a sound. The highest pitch squeak in the world, soft and ghostly. Now my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

 

It doesn't freak me out though. It's just the sound of the material. Like styrofoam, but softer.

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Cotton balls and/or cornstarch. I can't stand the way they feel or sound. Yes, they make a sound.

I know what you mean. It's not as bad as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam or cardboard [shudder], but cotton balls are kind of squeaky, for lack of a better word. Corn starch doesn't bother me, but it has a squeak of sorts too.

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I can't stand to run my hand down construction paper. I prefer not to touch construction paper much at all if I can help it, but I can't even stand to watch someone else fold it if they run their hand down the fold.

ooooh, ick!  That and brown paper bags.  I have to put tons of lotion on my hands to handle either one of them for any length of time.   My kids grew up with stacks of colored card stock instead of construction paper just due to this reason.  LOL 

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You know that holographic plastic? I'm not really sure what it is, but you sometimes find it lunch boxes or binders? The sound of fingers running it down gives me the chills. It's 100x worse than nails on a chalkboard for me. I can't even touch the stuff. So of course kids like to chase me around making that sound when they find the right piece of plastic.

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Nylon/polyester rubbing against itself. Like certain window treatments or seatbelts. I'm cringing and my teeth hurt just thinking about it!

 

I'm fine touching/wearing a seatbelt on any fabric of my clothes, but if the seatbelt rubs against itself, especially cross-grain, I might injure someone in my haste to get away from that feeling.

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Cotton balls and/or cornstarch. I can't stand the way they feel or sound. Yes, they make a sound.

Yes! My teeth hurt just thinking about that sound! And paper towels and sometimes sheets and pillowcases. Also when people scrape their teeth on silverware and the sound of metal touching metal. Metal chopsticks on metal bowls-ack!
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huntsman spiders. Other spiders are OK, thought I do not touch them, but if I see a huntsman I scream. It is completely involuntary, and drives DH crazy. We get a huge amount of huntsmans in the house every year. I almost caused a car crash with a huntsman in the car once. Dh was driving it crawled up my leg and was on my thigh ( up my dress) when I saw it. I screamed so loud I could not talk for 24 hours.

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Sometimes the sound of someone eating will make me feel a little ill and even angry.  I have had to leave the room at times when my husband and I are alone at the table.  I'm not talking about  someone eating sloppily, just normal eating. 

 

The feel of someone's breath on my face when I'm trying to sleep.  Not necessarily bad breath smell - just the feeling of it. 

 

Oh, another eating related thing - people piling lots of food on their plate at a potluck or buffet type meal.  Spaghetti and potato casserole and salad and bread all mushed together on the plate.  I've gotten so at our church lunches I have to stay in the kitchen helping so I don't see people going by with their plates.  That goes back to childhood and my grandma putting too many different kinds of food on the plate, and expecting people to use their dinner plate for dessert.  Please, please do not put my cake on top of saurkraut juice! 

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Cotton balls and/or cornstarch. I can't stand the way they feel or sound. Yes, they make a sound.

 

  

The ones in a bag from the store. It's a thing. The only other people I've met who know it makes a sound are ones similarly skeeved. The cottonball issues are googleable.

  

Oh god, yes, it makes a sound. The highest pitch squeak in the world, soft and ghostly. Now my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

 

It doesn't freak me out though. It's just the sound of the material. Like styrofoam, but softer.

  

I know what you mean. It's not as bad as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam or cardboard [shudder], but cotton balls are kind of squeaky, for lack of a better word. Corn starch doesn't bother me, but it has a squeak of sorts too.

  

I must have really lame ears. I never really heard the squeaking of cotton balls or cornstarch.  I am off to wash my face.  I will be using a cotton ball at some point.  I fear I will now be hyper focused on the sounds of my cotton ball.  Why did I click on this thread?  :confused1:  :laugh:

  

Yes! My teeth hurt just thinking about that sound! And paper towels and sometimes sheets and pillowcases. Also when people scrape their teeth on silverware and the sound of metal touching metal. Metal chopsticks on metal bowls-ack!

Cotton balls DO make a sound! Who knew? I may never be able to use a cotton ball again without thinking of this thread...

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I don't like to touch a page in a science text that has a picture of something like a maggot close-up or a giant picture of fly eyes.

 

I don't like discussions of medical procedures, especially if there are tubes or injections involved.

 

I also have a pretty substantial aversion to mayonaisse, so I can't bear it when people talk extensively about that condiment, or pictures that show a big glop of it. Barf.

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Sometimes the sound of someone eating will make me feel a little ill and even angry. I have had to leave the room at times when my husband and I are alone at the table. I'm not talking about someone eating sloppily, just normal eating.

 

The feel of someone's breath on my face when I'm trying to sleep. Not necessarily bad breath smell - just the feeling of it.

 

Oh, another eating related thing - people piling lots of food on their plate at a potluck or buffet type meal. Spaghetti and potato casserole and salad and bread all mushed together on the plate. I've gotten so at our church lunches I have to stay in the kitchen helping so I don't see people going by with their plates. That goes back to childhood and my grandma putting too many different kinds of food on the plate, and expecting people to use their dinner plate for dessert. Please, please do not put my cake on top of saurkraut juice!

Oh, I'm right there with you! There are foods that I do not ever put on the same plate. I don't like food juice interfering with my other foods. At home, it is not rare for me to prop one side of my plate with a knife so a gravy or juice stays on its own side of the plate. :D At a buffet or a big meal like Thanksgiving, I see people's piled up plates and think, "Ever heard of second helpings?" It just looks so excessive to me. I would rather take four trips back to the buffet than heap everything in an amorphous mess.

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Other people popping or cracking their joints. My DH broke his knee a couple of years ago and once it finally healed it would get "stuck" a lot at first. He would twist it all around to pop it and the combination of the sight plus the anticipated sound had me hiding under a blanket with my ears covered. I simply can't handle it. I don't crack my knuckles or toes, and if my knees start cracking I stop whatever I'm doing. I go to the chiropractor regularly though and that doesn't bother me at all.

 

Also, hearing other people hiccup. Just please don't.

 

Food textures - gristle, chewy fat, pulp in juice, chunky stuff in a smoothie, that weird mushroom texture - bring on the gag reflex. I've gotten a lot better though. I like most flavors so I can eat almost anything if I carefully pick out fat/gristle, chop the mushrooms super tiny, etc. I may never be able to swallow a pill though. :-(

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huntsman spiders. Other spiders are OK, thought I do not touch them, but if I see a huntsman I scream. It is completely involuntary, and drives DH crazy. We get a huge amount of huntsmans in the house every year. I almost caused a car crash with a huntsman in the car once. Dh was driving it crawled up my leg and was on my thigh ( up my dress) when I saw it. I screamed so loud I could not talk for 24 hours.

OMG! I think I would have crashed the car! I'm wigged out just reading that. I had to look up the spider, but this appears to be the same spider we call a wood spider here.

 

My rational mind asks, "Why is a spider so terrifying? I am nine thousand times their size, most are non venomous, and all could be dispatched almost immediately with any handy object." But when a sizeable spider is nearby, or God forbid on me, all that rationale goes out the window and I scream like a toddler.

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Mildew. I am terrified and totally disgusted by mildew. Or imaginary mildew that might be there. or other wet cooties I can't see. Which means I CANNOT let my body touch the sides of my shower while I am showering, or the shower curtain. Or let my children do it without wanting to stab myself in the eye. Ugh. 

 

I swear, that is my ONLY weird thing. I can handle vomit, poop, pee, surgery, blood, whatever. But not mildew/mold. And I've been like that as long as I can remember. 

 

Once, my kid pulled the drain plug from the bathroom sink that was all yucky and touched it,then wiped his hand on me. I swear I cried. 

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I can't stand chewing noises.  Like wanna-punch-DH-in-the-face-at-dinner can't stand it.

 

The breeze from when people walk by me -- I don't breath it.  Full of their perfume and body smells.  Not always, but particularly if I'm seated and someone walks by me, close by.  I hold my breath a lot in public.  I'd probably die if we lived in an urban area, LOL.   :001_rolleyes:

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Cotton sound does not bother me. I have never heard my corn starch.

Things that squig me out:

Hair in the drain.

A wet bath mat. I have to shower first because I can not stand to step on a wet mat. Shudder.

Biting into a piece if gristle.

Drinking something that should be smooth and finding something that is not.

Someone standing behind me. Even worse if that person is chewing behind me.

Plate glass windows behind the couch at night. As a kid I was always afraid I would get up from the couch and find someone staring at me. To my knowledge this has never happened. My sister and I would always close the shades as soon as it got dark. Most likely my sister told me some story that scarred me for life because to this day I can not sit with a window behind the couch unless the shades are drawn.

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Chewed gum. Ew. It's full of bits of food and bad breath. I can barely type this.

Oh yeah. Not to mention watching/hearing other people chew gum.

My dd5 has asked about gum. She got a long discourse. I either bored her out of the idea or grossed her out with my description, but has never asked again. Last Halloween she gathered all the gum and dumped it into the trashcan without saying a thing.

 

But really. In high school a prof had us all chew a piece, swab it, and culture it in a Petri dish. I can't.even.go.there.

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Chalk. Enough said.

 

A few days ago we did grammar on the sidewalk, or rather my dd did whilst I covered my ears and turned around until she was finished writing.

And I am not ashamed to say that I left all the chalk in the driveway for hubby to put away after a failed attempt to slide a piece back into the big box Crayola evil.*shudder*

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Also, hearing other people hiccup. Just please don't.

 

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My daughter loves to remind me of the time we were in a grocery store and the person checking the shelves had the hiccups.  It seemed as if everywhere we went, there she was, hiccuping, and it was driving me insane.  I mean, she can't help it!  But it was awful.

 

Which reminds me of how annoyed my brother and I used to get at our elderly mother when she had a sneezing fit.  Again, she can't help it.  But it drove us wild.    Now, when I sneeze 3 times in a row I apologize to whomever I am with and leave the room so if a long fit starts I won't bother them. 

 

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Plate glass windows behind the couch at night. As a kid I was always afraid I would get up from the couch and find someone staring at me. To my knowledge this has never happened. My sister and I would always close the shades as soon as it got dark. Most likely my sister told me some story that scarred me for life because to this day I can not sit with a window behind the couch unless the shades are drawn.

Yes! I have to close our shades as soon as it starts to get even just a little bit dark. In the winter that means our shades are closed much of the day.

 

Ironically I love to peek in other peoples windows when I'm out walking. I love the warm, cozy glow when it's dark outside and spying on details of their lives (not in a creepy way I promise! I'm just nosy when it comes to decorating).

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I live in the PNW and slugs creep me out! I feel they are the missing link between plants and animals. I can't stand them.

 

And yet... they are all over the place.

 

Oddly, I am able to eat escargot though it's not my first choice.

 

OneStepAtATime, holy $^!!!  :willy_nilly:

 

I thought I was the only one!   

 

When I was a teenager, when I'd done something wrong it always seemed that mom and dad wanted the Pile Of Bricks moved.   It was bricks leftover from the house building, about the size of a mailbox.  I'd do the first half in a day, then I start to see slugs.  Got worse the farther done.  Even dead slugs are ookie.  But, I'd do a row or two a day and then take a break for the sun to kill or chase away the slugs.  

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Things like soda cans where you can't see the liquid first in order to check for bugs. I might drink a little bit at first after opening it, but if it was left unattended for any amount of time I can't touch it.

 

I haven't lived in that roach infested house since I was a child, but I still can't do it.

 

Not bug related: I get skeeved out when someone hovers near me, standing, to check out whatever I'm watching on tv. I have to make my husband sit down all the time. I have no idea why it bothers me so much. My heart starts to race.

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Also, hearing other people hiccup. Just please don't.

 

Food textures - gristle, chewy fat, pulp in juice, chunky stuff in a smoothie, that weird mushroom texture - bring on the gag reflex. I've gotten a lot better though. I like most flavors so I can eat almost anything if I carefully pick out fat/gristle, chop the mushrooms super tiny, etc. 

 

Yes.

 

The hiccups bother me because I have terribly uncomfortable and weird hiccups of my own, and they come on very easily. Hearing someone else do it makes me gag. My firstborn got hiccups over and over and over the first several weeks of life. He also had them in utero, and if he got them, I would get them.

 

Mushrooms squeak--a wetter version of the cornstarch noise (cornstarch doesn't bother me though). I don't like cutting them either.

 

Paper napkins touching teeth. Kill me now and get it over with.

 

Cotton balls don't bother me, but I have to talk to myself a bit before handling the flat, cotton makeup remover pads. (The pads go under clipper combs nicely to damper the noise though!)

 

Certain types of injuries that my husband describes when he comes home from work. He's had to come up with some abbreviated ways of including those details. Of course, those are the really fun injuries for him to describe.

 

Bulb syringes for baby colds.

 

Massage pillows. The massage chairs at the dentist are nice with their heft, bulk, and slow, gentle pressure, but something about the texture and fluffiness of a neck pillow combined with something that vibrates--it's kind of like having a creepy living thing under your neck trying to crawl away.

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The feel of a caterpillar crawling on me. I become totally irrational.

 

My area of the country was invaded by gypsy moths a couple of years in a row, more than once. One year, it was so bad that you could walk outside and hear the caterpillars eating the leaves on the trees. You could hear the sound of them pooping all over--like soft rain. Actually, you could hear the eating and pooping from inside the house as well. The caterpillars themselves often fell out of the trees or were hanging from their silks in your face, hair, etc. We'd sweep them off the porch with a broom in piles multiple times per day.

 

http://articles.philly.com/2007-06-19/news/25234293_1_gypsy-moth-caterpillars-gypsy-moth-eggs-duct-tape

http://blog.pennlive.com/patriotnews/2007/06/caterpillar_poop_its_just_ever.html

http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=383905

 

 

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Ironically I love to peek in other peoples windows when I'm out walking. I love the warm, cozy glow when it's dark outside and spying on details of their lives (not in a creepy way I promise! I'm just nosy when it comes to decorating).

I do this too. I like to see how people deocorate. My dh constantly tells me to stop being a voyeur. I tell him if they don't want me glancing as we walk by they should close the blinds.

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