Imagine you’re at the salon just chillin’ getting your hair washed and trimmed and your nails done and two chairs over they’re holding a guy down while he screams to do it by force like wtf is up with THAT guy?
Imagine you’re at the salon just chillin’ getting your hair washed and trimmed and your nails done and two chairs over they’re holding a guy down while he screams to do it by force like wtf is up with THAT guy?
That was basically my son. Lost his fucking shit every time someone came anywhere near his hair. Like crazy stuff! Scissors or clippers.
It was a total pain in the ass, up until around jr high when he grew out of it. And he’s a hairball now still. I tease him and call him Samson still sometimes to this day
For some, that’s an autistic thing. But you certainly don’t need to have autism to have anxiety about having your hair cut as a kid.
He was tested for autism, so it wasn’t that. Dude just hates haircuts
“so you’re saying that baldness runs in the family… and you want me to accelerate the process?”
Exactly. Have you been tested for autism by chance?
:p I haven’t been, but I have siblings who have been diagnosed with similar things. The last like… 12 years? I just stopped getting haircuts. Always wanted long hair anyways.
Topic that my child is sensitive about: “I still tease him about it to this day”.
What an asshole. You suck.
I joke with him about it as an adult now. I’m definitely not the monster you’re insinuating. My parents were monsters, so kindly fuck off. I’m sorry for sharing, asshole
He didn’t have any context of what Samson even meant when he was a child either. It was kind of an inside joke between me and his mother, who were forced to attend cultish, crazy church when we were kids. It wasn’t until he was old enough to laugh about it that I even told him the story. And it was just me joking about how his hair was his superpower