How do you deal with people touching your belongings?

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I would not know would any one like to try and find out

I can't stand people other than my husband and son touching my stuff. I hide most of my stuff since we live with his family. I don't even like people looking at my stuff.

I live in an apartment and sometimes my Mom, who has a key, walks in and tries to be nice and do my dishes for me. And I feel awful because I know she means well. But she makes me feel insecure and very lost when she does that. I like everything to be exactly the way it was when I left it. And I hate it even more if she has put something where it doesn't belong. Every item in my place has it's own place in my head. I just have two or three places where it could be. And if someone makes up a fourth placee I just can't find my stuff

I can't stand other people touching my things at all. It usually doesn't end well.

i remember having issues with this as a child. it still makes me twitchy

This thread makes me feel warm inside. It makes me feel like I belong.

This is what normally happens. Lets call the stupid person who touches my stuff SPWTMS (Stupid Person Who Touches My Stuff)

SPWTMS: Wow what a pretty *something precious*
Me: DON'T TOUCH IT!
SPWTMS: * Touches it anyway*
Me: NOOOOOOO *graps it and puts it back perfectly*
SPWTMS: Dude what's wrong?
Me: *breathes deeply* Just don't touch me stuff okay?
SPWTMS: Okay... Freak.

Okay I may exaggerate a bit, but that's how it feels.

I worked as a seamstress in a bridal shop.
Other members of staff used to take things from the sewing room - things I use to do my job.
It drove me crazy - especially when thay took the good scissors.
In the end I took in 2 pair of my own scissors - gave them all the other scissors in the building saying:

"There you go you can have all these" *then showing them my scissors* " but if you take these out of the workroom I'll chop your bloody fingers off!"

I tried to act jovial and not show my true feelings - but probably failed miserably!!

When I was a kid/teen I used to lock myself in the bathroom for peace & quiet to read (the lock on my bedroom was a joke). So then my sister would rip the door off the hinges, I kid not, like I shouldn't get any alone time.

I ask them not to touch my stuff.

I cringe. I have to really clamp down not to have an outburst. Same with sitting in "my chair"...everybody knows I'll try to be polite, but I can for only so long.

I'm not too bad about many things except dishware. I have a love for buying artistically unique and retro styled dishware and have tried to consistently advise my family against using them. They have their own dishware and I have mine and I even point out my pieces specifically when it seems that it's warranted. I do this because it makes me furious and saddened when someone chips or destroys one of my dishes. I've even taken a mug out, broken it to smithereens and disposed of it because someone deliberately used it and made a large chip in the rim. I knew it would only make me angry to have to look at it in it's ruined state day after day and sorrowfully rid myself of it.

I try not to let it show, but if anybody ever comes in my flat, quite rarely thankfully, Iam watching them like a hawk to see the areas they contaminate, then when they are gone Iam up all night washing everything from the ceiling down in the contaminated area.

When I take my car for MOT, I cover the inside in new plastic dust sheeting so the dirty mechanic doesn't contaminate my car which would then contaminate me and then I would contaminate everything I touch in my whole world.

I forgot I was due to go to work one day so didn't turn up, they sent the Police around to break in my front door to check I was ok, not being there to observe, I had to conclude they had contaminated every square inch of everything I owned, so I immediately went off sick for 3 or 4 months with stress so I could decontaminate my life.

I completely get you.

I don't really mind if someone "touches" my stuff just because they touch it. Indeed many things I have someone else might need to use. But I put things where they are for a reason. If it gets put back in the wrong place, it really messes with my OCD tendencies.

I try to be understanding because I am a tactile person, and I love to touch and fiddle with things. I know that upsets NTs, so I try to be understanding when someone like myself feels compelled to touch something sitting on my desk.

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today a lady decided to open my left over pizza box and I shouted ''DONT OPEN THE BOX!''

my anxiety for people touching my stuff extends to a pizza box with half a pizza in it. the other week I freaked out over the same person binning my 1/4 full coke can without asking first.

I once asked this person if she wanted a cake and she offered MY cakes to someone else without asking me.

what is with this person and my food?

I don't like it, either. I have my things arranged in a very specific way, and it drives me crazy when something is out of place.