I find myself experiencing a visceral revulsion to ill behaved children. Even years after their behavior may have improved.
Maybe this is a factor of never having had spawn of my own? I don’t know.
It is as if the experience I have had of these kids as puke worthy banshees is ingrained in the core of my being. And that extends to some loss of respect for their parents. Even people that I am extremely close to.
This isn’t a conscious choice thing and not something I care for in myself but it is a thing.