It's been a couple of months since my mother-in-law moved out. I suddenly realized today that I'm no longer constantly afraid that somebody's going to be moving my stuff around.
Some of that comes from me being autistic. Some of it is about me having religious practices that are not always obviously a religious thing to other people. But no matter how many times she was asked not to touch stuff, she did it anyway. She wants to touch it if it's pretty. She wants to touch it if it's not pretty. She wants to pick it up if she doesn't know what it is.
I kind of get it. I don't feel like I've fully experienced something if I don't use all of my senses. Sensory sensitivity in me manifests as a deep craving for tactile stimulation.
I also know how to respect other people's boundaries, though. I didn't realize how much it stressed me that she doesn't.