The minute Faith saw me wearing it, she ran away from me like she saw some kind of monster, and dashed into the bedroom for cover.
I didn't know why she was reacting to me like this at first, but I guessed it when I moved closer to her and her eyes looked with horror at my shirt, pushing me away.
So I ran to the bedroom and took the shirt off, to see if it was causing her distress. And sure enough, without the shirt, she allowed me to approach her and carry her.
I laughed and said, "Are you afraid of Papa's shirt?", and held up the monstrosity for her to see. She recoiled and pushed it away.
The colours and the design must have been too much for her senses. I remember telling Mom what a loud shirt she had bought. I just didn't know how loud it was to my autistic daughter.