My flatmate called me a scary weird person because she touches my stuff and I don’t touch hers at all and I obviously cringe when what I consider personal is touched. I thought of why it became that bad with me and voila! When I was younger I dey tiff my parents change here and there, money and stuff they didn’t give me, when they were done with me, I couldn’t touch cup that’s not mine talkmore money or other people’s things. PTSD … Sin no more