My entire family has had an allergy associated with ironing since about 1936 or so, when daddy's dry cleaning shop exploded and wiped out half a city block in downtown Pretty Prairie. Kansas. (It was a gas leak, not the boiler; but one can't be too careful)
My (idiot?) son moved to Pretty Prairie briefly about 5 years ago (that's 65 years later) and was asked within a few days of arrival
"You any relation to that guy what blew up the town?"
Apparently small towns (where there's not much one needs to remember) have very long memories...
(Incidentally, there were no injuries reported, and the only thing other than the dry cleaning shop that was "damaged" appears to have been an adjacent vacant lot.)
I will confess that I do iron my pocket hankies, since the tend to bunch up in the pocket if you don't. Don't need to iron the undies since I ran out of the ones mom made out of feedsacks (after I graduated from the U). Otherwise ...