My raw chicken aversion leaves me with a few options. 1. All chicken must come into the house fully prepared. (Not always practical, but I do like the fully prepared part of this option.) 2. I deal with the gross feeling and allow raw chicken to come in contact with my skin. (Not going to happen.) or 3. I play Dr. Karen and put on some medical grade vinyl gloves and have a nice barrier between my skin and the raw poultry.
Lately, I've been going with option 3 because it allows me to make chicken breast smothered in Rainforest Cafe barbecue sauce and burritos (not at the same time, but I make enough chicken for more than one meal at a time so I can do burritos and quesadillas). Tonight, I made the fun discovery that it is very difficult to put a vinyl glove on a freshly washed hand. Who would have guessed? So there you have it. You now have the benefit of my lesson learned for your own future reference.