Weird associations or aversions

[dessa_dangerous 13,315]

As I now nom down on an arugula and fresh basil salad, I'm thinking how grateful I am to be able to eat arugula again, but I have to try hard not to think about anything rubber band related or I'll not be able to finish it.

 

One time about a year ago I made myself a lovely salad with a nice vinaigrette and herb croutons and sat down to enjoy it. About halfway through the meal I found myself chewing on a rubber band that became lodged halfway down my throat. I realized that it was the rubber band from the bunch of arugula. It was dirty and rubbery and ick, ick, ick.

 

Couldn't eat arugula for about eight months after that... I'd get a rubbery taste in my mouth and just the thought of it would make me shudder.

 

Any similar stories?

[Keydeck 9,248]

 

I'd get a rubbery taste in my mouth and just the thought of it would make me shudder.

 

Any similar stories?

An ex of mine had a similar issue, but we worked around it.

[Guest]

I am sure many other women will have simmilar stories about elasticy type throat experiences...

[Guest]

Wasn't an aversion to sponges mentioned lately?

[Keydeck 9,248]

Yup, that's my one. They freak me out!

 

The only way I can describe it is that touching a sponge brings on the same reaction as one might get if grinding a thick woollen sweater between your teeth...if you did that.

[BonnBonn 1,104]

If the temperature is anything over 60°F and it is raining and I am in a car, I will get car-sick. Many people have tried to give me logical reasons for this, but I am pretty sure it is just some association I have from a childhood experience that I can't remember.

[Guest]

I made myself sick off hardboiled easter eggs when I was like 10.. wouldn't touch an egg for like a year.

 

Then I was vegan for a couple years as a teenager.. Even though I eat eggs, sometime now I can really go off them and they freak me out.

[sarabyrd 18,767]

Association: Ovaltine and "Try to See It My Way" by the Beatles

 

Aversion: Potatoes with dirt still on them. Just thinking of it makes my skin crawl.

[Tap 8,460]

Tea leaves - if I see one in a cup of tea, I can't drink it.

 

Thank goodness for tea bags.

[perdido 6,083]

When I was 6 I sliced open my left arm and needed stiches. Went to the doctor and gave me this shot of anethesia or something because I was freaking out . It was a huge freaking needle(probably not but in my head it was) which scared me . To this day I freak out when I see or hear I need to give blood etc. Kept me off from shooting up, seriously which I thank to this day.

[LinsAM 556]

I have a proper aversion, actually I would say phobia of gone-off milk, even if it is only slightly on the edge, I can sense it and it freaks me out so much. Even typing it is horrible.

 

Also, when I was 16, we decided the best drink one evening would be cheap vodka with a cheap white wine mixer, and as a painful lasting result I still can't drink vodka and white wine mixer. Seperately yes, but not together.

[nina_glyndwr 4,748]

Someone once gave me a whole box of Ferrero Rocher.. about three layers of them. I'm not fond of them so I thought I'd 'get rid of them'.

 

I think I was well over halfway through the second layer - possibly the third - when I felt awful. And that feeling continued all week. AFter that, I couldn't eat brown chocolate for about six years. I just stuck to the white stuff (which isn't really chocolate but still...). Still don't eat as much as I used to even now.

[Tap 8,460]

Oh, how I wish that would happen to me.

[swimmer 3,707]

 

Even though I eat eggs, sometime now I can really go off them and they freak me out.

 

Me too. Something Freudian, I think, to do with them being gametes.

 

The thought of any sort of dried fruit gets me retching (raisins, currents, that particularly revolting "peel" stuff).

[T.O. to go 429]

Finding hair in my food, or hearing someone blow ther nose while I'm eating, that put's me off my food and make me wanna puke instantly.

[winklet 50]

For some reason cashews make me think of luggage. No idea why. I still like them though.

 

Also, I can't drink milk. The smell and taste of it makes me want to puke. Not sure why that is either.

[damara4178 52]

When I was little, I sometimes ate snacks in my bedroom. One night I awoke to ants crawling all over me which freaked me out . . . I got out of bed, vacuumed the little bastards up, and took a shower.

 

I've never allowed food in my bedroom since.

[Guest]

When I was a boy of 9 or 10, a flock of ducks got hit by a car or something on a rainy day and there were dead ducks all over the road.

 

Rainy days have smelled like dead ducks to me ever since.

[nina_glyndwr 4,748]

Association: Pritt stick (glue) and a certain school summer holiday at home in Wales when still at primary school. Mum made me keep a scrap book diary of what I did that summer as she thought the summer holidays were too long not to do any writing in. So I still have the scrap book, with lines in biro so I could write neatly, and inside we also stuck ticket stubs, postcards and other little bits and bobs of the days I wrote about.

 

Aversions: wet paper - like paper handkerchiefs. Yuck, yuck, yuck. And how people like my sister can stuff them up the sleeve of a cardigan for safe-keeping I don't know. And sitting next to someone on public transport and they take out a paper hanky and start unfolding it and you can see the paper particles fly off in your direction. Eurgh.

 

Association and aversion: raspberries. REmind us (sister and me) of the neighbour Barry. He grew raspberries and he was a ... always boasting and always 'borrowing' things from my dad. "Oh, I see you have got some sand to make some concrete with. Could I have a bit." Schmarotzer might be the appropriate word. Ah, yes, scrounger, freeloader. Yeurgh. In 2010 I tried some raspberry jam and was pleasantly surprised at how good it tasted.. but I am not sure I could or would want to repeat the experience. Too much association with Barry.

[Katrina 4,522]

Orange chocolate.

Because as a kid I ate an entire huge tin of mandarin oranges and it did not agree with my digestive system. Seriously did not agree.

So orange chocolate = mandarin orange poo, I have to move away if I smell it.