Yes, for me comfort has always come before style (much to my hyper-stylish undoubtedly future fashion-model little sister's chagrin.) My entire life I've lived in cotton shirts and loose-fitting jeans, and all labels are cut out. I hate wearing socks that don't go above my ankle, or pants or underwear that stop at my hips, and I can't put my jeans on before my socks because the tickling of the ankle hem on my bare feet drives me crazy. For the first two years after I hit puberty, I virtually never wore a bra as it was impossible to find one I could tolerate. Even now I only have two that will do. Most recently I made the "mistake" of buying overalls to replace the holey pair I had, and I haven't worn anything else in five months (don't worry, they're perfectly clean!) I never wear makeup because it itches, plus I think I look better without it, and it just takes too long to put on. I guess I never really gave it much thought before, but I'm effectively a slave to my tactile hypersensitivities. Fortunately, save a few formal occasions where appearance was more important than comfort, I haven't had to suffer much because of my inability to tolerate almost everything that touches my skin.
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"Survival is insufficient" - Seven of Nine
Diagnosed with ASD level 1 on the 10th of April, 2014
Rediagnosed with ASD level 2 on the 4th of May, 2019
Thanks to Olympiadis for my fantastic avatar!