It may sound ridiculous but my idea of hell is being trapped in a room with my mother whilst she eats a juicy pear. This is a very specific and vivid memory I have as a child. Now my reaction to friends and family is to quite often verbally degrade and humiliate them over the fact they are making noises which I find horrifying. If I can’t verbally shout out my disgust I have to physically restrain myself. And I feel horrible for it.