You know what really triggered me as a kid —my mom cleaning my room.

When I was at school or out during the weekend, my mom would come in and tidy things up according to her vision of ‘clean’.

This was a nightmare!

Admittedly, from an outsider’s perspective, my desk was a total mess. It was like a bomb hit with papers, pens, and books scattered all over.

However, my mind knew exactly where everything was.

Whenever my mom cleaned up my desk space, it was like hitting a reset button in my brain. And, I’d be confused and unproductive for days before ever recovering from it.

Thanks, Allison Hirschlag, you really hit it the nail on the head with this one.