DeLoreanDude wrote:
A lot of people think I'm just being silly when I complain if my socks feel uncomfortable because of lumps, texture etc. but I'm really sensitive when it comes to socks, I'm not just being silly.
Oh, ditto here. When I wear socks, I often have to stop walking and pull at them. I hate it.
Other things...
Younger kids talking/giggling/shrieking, ect.
All the gross sensations that come with washing dishes. (add enough noises to the mix [while I'm washing dishes], and chances are, I'll have a meltdown.)
Lotion on my hands (I can tolerate it on most other body parts, but not on my hands!)
Clothing tags (common along the spectrum, I know... but most other people just don't get it, for some reason.)
Other people whistling and/or humming
Some eatting noises (slurping, loud crunchs, gnashing, ect.)
The sound dishes and/or silverware make when something is clicked against it. (Ding! Click-clack! Uggh!)
Lasagna (pretty much everything about it makes me want to puke. Which is weird, because I eat everything in it [except meat, but that point is null because it can be made meatless]. But I can't eat lasagna.)
Ect, ect.
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