Yeah same here - as a teenager my Dad renovated a house - the plonker pulled Christ knows what down and we all stayed there - it was only after he was like - oh, that may have had the white asbestos in it - my mum was like 'we need to get everything disposed!' - bit late now Ma, what will be will be, it's been years!
Still pretty sure in a house ages ago we moved to the guy didn't overboard the ceiling like we said but scraped it off, so there's another nail in the coffin. Mrs P was like - find some and get it tested! I was like, no i'd rather not know my death date.
Sometimes ignorance is bliss - unless it's something like Rabies where u actually can do something about it
Oh and there was the time we had to do work in a place with pigeon shite, literally everywhere. I remember walking in the first time, looking round, seeing the masks and gloves on everyone there and going 'where's mine?' - oh we don't have any spare Paul, you won't be long so no need to go back - needless to say i went fuck this and legged it.