My space (no one elses)

Is it just me who cannot stand when people intrude in on stuff that's personal or not even that but just something you consider to be a part of your world and not anyone elses? (If that makes any sense)

Because I get really upset and pissed when people, for example, comment about my being quiet, trash talk a movie or book I really like, walk into my room, touch my things (I hate it when my little cousins come over because they invariably end up breaking something of mine after I told them not to touch it)or even look at my laptop sometimes because it might have something dear to me on the desktop.

Might just be me being childish but I wonder if it's a stronger feeling for Avies because I think we might kind of cherish our private worlds more than the average person (not that I'm one to say what is and isn't an average person).

No, I don't think that's childish. It's about privacy and people respecting your boundaries.

For me it's not so much about protecting a private little world, but just about people invading my space and my privacy. I have had my privacy invaded a lot over the years (family members reading private diaries or information and it later being used against me, not having my own space where we lived), and am only just starting to realise what effect it's had on me. I get very hurt by people doing that. My therapist recently suggested locking my laptop with a password. Now if someone lifts the lid on it or turns it on, they can't access anything without my password.

That's a good idea actually, I think I'll do that on my laptop

I don't really care if other people don't like the things I like, I'm long since used to it but I am incredibly territorial over my personal space and things, and over-careful about other people's. I actually start to develop serious hate for someone if they violate my privacy in ways, like entering my room without knocking or looking at my screen, reading what I'm writing over my shoulder etc. Also just touching someone else's things, say to take clothing out of a washing machine if they left it in there, makes me incredibly uncomfortable. So for me it goes both ways, both mine and other people's boundaries are sacrosanct to me.

I don't really cherish my private world so much, I just see it as a safe-space, and am terrified of not having that at least.

I understand completely. That might be the only way to tell there is actually something wrong with me (I'm a good actor ): the only times in my life I have been absolutely furious about anything is when someone has gone into my room without my permission, especially when I've been out myself. It's usually been my dad, and I don't think I ever felt so betrayed as when he kept doing it (adjusting the heating) even after I had a complete fit over it. I've never felt so close to being 'found out'.

Sharing a house with people, I've kept my room impeccably tidy, so as to minimise the risk of 'incriminating evidence' being visible.

And the same with my computer. Not only that people might see things I've written, but just things like search history or what music I have.

As to people criticising things I like: it doesn't upset me, but I don't tend to let people know what things I actually like. Things I don't like tend to be fine, but if someone is talking about a band they like, and that I like too, and they ask me what I think of them, I will at most say that I think they're okay, but I might very well say I don't particularly like them.