Here are some of the stupid things they ruined my enjoyment of:
1** Listening to music. Something like 80% of all pop songs were "bad". They told me that Michael Jackson disassociated himself in 1985 (it was actually 1987) to make me throw away my We Are the World 12" single, and that listening to pre-1985 Michael Jackson from records I already owned was "supporting that apostate". Also, selling my "bad" albums "passed my sin onto others".
2** Anything that had to do with Christmas or Easter. They had Easter eggs that they tried playing the "stumbling others" card with, and they wanted me to have zero tolerance for Christmas music (even the ones that were actually winter-seasonal). No distinction between just not doing it and not even tolerating it around, especially with Christmas.
3** A good number of video games they told me were too violent. And I mean the ones like Missile Command and Defender, not the ones like Mortal Kombat. Besides, "our time is for field circus".
4** The pig that dragged me into the cancer wanted to set me up with specific brands and types of everything I consumed, but ran out of time (moved out of the territory and I would not get dragged to his new territory) before completing this. He wanted me to use liquid laundry soap (at the time, powders were superior). Eventually, he was going to get me to switch to his brands and types for no good reason, and get in trouble if the brand, type, size, and/or source ever disappeared.
Along with this, they wanted every little movement I made while out in field circus to fit perfectly with their plans, for me to wear only white dress shirts with a T-shirt under it, specific shoes that were crap, and that every syllable I said had to be exactly what I was supposed to (and usually did not work).