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.
I hated getting my hair cut when I was a boy.
I was never a boy.
Hard same. 💅
Screw you lol. When I was a kid, having my hair cut and made fun of were terrible memories. I treasured it, still do. And now that no pos makes me cut it, I grow it out and get compliments for it. I’m glad I don’t have you as a parent.
I never made an issue of it when he was a child. We were very understanding and dealt with it as best we could. He didn’t get a lot of haircuts. It is something I playfully joke with him about now that he’s grown up. And I like and support his beautiful long hair. Thank you for reading into things and attacking me. I just love sharing on this community sometimes
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