I can’t be the only one that has this childhood TV-show/movie trauma. I hope not.
Sure, I can't stomach British soap operas.
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but I think even if I hadn't been over exposed to those I wouldn't have been able to stomach them anyway.
I think my experience was mainly the opposite, because my parents let me watch stuff I probably shouldn't have. I was pretty lucky as my father was an electronics repairman, so he'd have access to movie projectors and somehow be able to intercept movie reels that were doing the rounds at various boarding schools (I think the company he worked for repaired their stuff?). We also had access to VHS and Betamax players, and DVD players, when they were early days and not commonly available to someone with the income of the lower-middle class that we were.
So I'd get to watch movies like Dirty Harry and The Omen on the "big screen" (aka a portable projector screen that barely fit in our living room).
I'd disappear if they were watching boring soaps (which they still do), but it was common for us to watch shows together like Cheers, Hill Street Blues, Taxi, etc etc, as well as British comedies like "Auf Wiedersehen, Pet", Open All Hours, 'Allo 'Allo.
Stuff like Star Trek, Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galactrica, Doctor Who, Sapphire and Steel (this played relatively late at night over here for some reason) I watched mostly by myself or with my sister. They were often in the room, but it was more like "let's indulge him as he likes it".
My father found a pirated copy of Star Wars on VHS and I think I watched it 100 times.