#anosmia

[poll-palace]

(Anosmia is being unable to smell things)

#polling around #tumblr poll #poll #anosmia #hyposmia #smell blindness #odor blindness #smell dysfunction #smell disorder #COVID #covid 19

[blue-sleeps-in]

it's genuinely hilarious how fake smells sound. when was the last time you heard someone notice or describe a smell. I don't remember the last time anyone even mentioned the word "smell" and I don't think anyone ever described a smell beyond "good" or "bad" to me. no one EVER talks about it. you guys have to be making this stuff up

#anosmia

[mylovetogive]

i feel like having anosmia makes the world more accessible to me as an extremely sensory sensitive autistic person & i am just wondering if anyone else feels like one of their disabilities makes another one that they have easier to accommodate for?

#e for existential crisis #anosmia #autism #actually autistic #disability #cpunk #developmental disabilities #physically disabled #cripple punk #intellectual disability

[hellopuns]

Bun-Berry #32 !

It's MY webcomic and I get to pick the character who shares my disability

#bun berry #bunberry #self help #anosmia #anosmic #invisible disability #my art #webcomics #sickness #indie comics

[yourfavehasanosmia]

my “your fav has anosmia” take is that Junkrat from overwatch is anosmic because literally every single smelling person I’ve ever seen gags at smoke but he’s constantly covered in explosive dust and smoke

Your fave has anosmia: Junkrat from overwatch!

destroyed his scent receptors by constantly inhaling volatile fumes

#anosmia #yfha #overwatch #junkrat #again I’ve lost the flag somewhere so this is a stand in

[runawaymarbles]

one of the weirdest things about being anosmic is the number of people who are absolutely flabbergasted that such a condition exists unrelated to colds or covid. ‘You mean you can’t smell when your food is burning?’ No I can’t. ‘Or when milk goes bad?’ Nope. ‘You mean you didn’t smell that leaking box of deer repellent?’ indeed I did not. Some people are blind! some people are Deaf! And some people can’t smell.

#i was going to say 'do you guys scream in Deaf peoples' ears and then ask if they could hear it' #but they probably do don't they #anosmia #op

[biblicallyaccurateandrogynoussex]

Happy disability pride month to my fellow anosmics by the way. Whether you were born with anosmia or lost your sense of smell or whatever. We're always forgotten during times like this and I bet it's cause our disability isn't as well known as blindness or deafness but it affects us just as much.

We aren't lucky for not being able to smell, and it is hard as shit to live with. So take my hands siblings in arms! Happy disability pride!

#anosmia #congenital anosmia

[moss-green1234]

List of things that should have made me realize I had no sense of smell but didn't because I am clueless and only realizing this as an adult:

When told to pinch my nose while taking gross tasting medicine, it didn't have an effect. I experimented with other foods and drinks and nothing changed.

Every single time my parents complained about skunk smell while driving I felt nothing

'Hmm these scented candles don't smell like anything... must be crappy candles.'

My parents didn't like scented things like cleaning wipes and hand sanitizer and would complain but I felt total indifference

Whenever people would comment on cookies or soup making the whole house smell good, I would nod and agree and pretend to notice it too even though I didn't know what they were talking about

Once we rented an RV but it hadn't been properly emptied so the waste in the tank sat in the summer heat for days before we picked it up. Everyone complained and complained about the horrible smell and was reluctant to use the bathroom but I didn't notice anything.

Dissections. Everyone would complain they made the whole hallway stink, and would gag and complain and complain and complain about the stench of preserved dogfish.

As a little kid I'm pretty sure I assumed smell was an abstract concept. Didn't get it, wasn't sure what people were referencing, never wondered about if there was something wrong with me until recently. I am stupid

#anosmia #me #congenital anosmia

[cucullas]

I dont have a sense of smell (anosmia) since i was little and I understand intellectually that smell exist but yall telling me a mushroom has smell? an orange?? the sea? plastic??

A part of me believes thats an elaborated prank ngl passion fruit who seems like it has a pvc shell has a smell come on that sounds fake

#anosmia #about me #yall live in a wild world ngl

[rjalker]

[ID: The "Is this a pigeon?" meme of an anime character pointing at a butterfly. The character is now labeled, "me", and pointing at the species "Gelsemium rankinii", asking, "Is this Long Covid?". End ID.]

Today I learned there's another almost identical species of native jasmine that grows here but one of the most notable differences is that the flowers don't smell....

so. all the ones I was damning covid19 over not being able to smell may just in fact be the new-to-me species...

#described images #is this a pigeon #is this a pigeon meme #Gelsemium #Gelsemium rankinii #long covid #covid19 #anosmia

[aroaceconfessions]

I .. i have come to great shame: I am repulsed. By… garlic😔

Now before you chase me with pitchforks: I suffered from long covid and the only scent I was able to perceive for eight months was garlic. Everything smelled like garlic. The garlic haunted my dreams.

Now that I can smell the flowers once again, I have grown unloving of the garlic.

Can the council forgive me?

#garlic repulsed #garlic #long covid #covid #covid-19 #Anosmia #loss of scent #loss of smell

[phoenixonwheels]

As someone who lost their sense of smell long before Covid came along I do not understand why people are willingly signing up for this.

#mines not even completely gone #and it’s still both unpleasant and dangerous #gas leak? I’d never know. #the milk is off? I had no idea. I already drank it. #anosmia #Covid 19 #wear a fucking mask

[disagigglebilities]

Me: oh ew someone farted.

Someone: I thought you didn't have a sense of smell.

Me: ...I can taste it in the air.

Someone: ,ew

#yeah #anosmia

[tinybriewrites]

The Scent of Ambrosia

Tim was banned from caffeine, and everyone knew. Alfred put his foot down. No coffee beans could be found in the manor, but Tim expected that when he hit all-nighter number fifteen. But the next day, he found that all his regular drinks in Wayne Enterprises were replaced with juice. Even the vending machines stopped supplying coffee. He made it through to the end of work with an energy drink he managed to snag off an employee's not-so-secret stash. The coffee substitute would hold him over till he could sneak over to a cafe. Right after work, however, he learned that all of the cafes in Gotham refused to sell him any caffeinated drinks. Not even tea was spared from the ban. Convenience stores were the same story. So were grocery stores. And restaurants. Even street-side stalls. Any and all establishments in Gotham wouldn't sell him his fix, and he had tried every single one in a zombie-like haze.

The same was the case for the neighboring cities. Everyone refused Tim Drake-Wayne his beloved coffee. He had no idea how Alfred pulled it off, but he would have been impressed if he wasn't so numbed out by the caffeine withdrawals.

That was how Tim found himself on a bus headed to a small town far enough from Gotham for no one to recognize him on sight. It helped that when he was deciding whether to give in to his family's demands of sleep or go out of the state, a faded-out poster of a minor, unknown coffee festival was blown by the wind towards him by chance. He was about to dodge the incoming paper, but the smell emanating from the poster made him snatch it instinctively. Coffee. The paper smelled of the heavenly drink, but somehow it was different. He didn't know how to describe it, but it just was. It was more than coffee. It was Coffee. It energized him like never before as if it was charging up his very soul. He was pumped up as if he had slept for a week straight. Tim absolutely had to get his hands on this beverage, ban be damned. If the scent alone did this, the drink had to be pure magic in his veins. If he can bring some of it home, maybe he can stay awake for a month on one cup.

On the bus, Tim blazed through his work for the next week in under an hour. It was when he was working on the next quarter's research budget for Wayne Technologies that he smelled it again - the heavenly coffee. It was only now that he realized that the hint he smelled on the poster was a mere fraction of the wonder that is its scent. Underneath the bold smell of coffee, there were hints of caramel and nuts and sugar and spice and cinnamon and apples. It was divine. There were even undertones that Tim couldn't describe as anything but liquid warmth and joy wrapped in a bow. It was the perfect scent, his perfect scent - his ambrosia. He had no other way to express it. It pulled him in like nothing ever before. One whiff and he was enslaved.

As the vehicle drew nearer to its final destination, the scent of his ambrosia only grew stronger. Once he stepped down at the bus stop, almost subconsciously, Tim made a beeline for the source of the smell, a stall with an insanely long line.

Tim kept fidgeting as he waited for the line to move, absorbed in the scent and longing to come nearer, but despite that, he couldn't ignore the obvious glances the locals threw his way. It wasn't surprising. He was a stranger in a small town. An alpha stranger and one without a pheromone isolator in a crowd at that. Nearly all alphas always had one on them, as their heightened senses can make a packed environment overwhelming to them. People's pheromones, especially, would shove themselves in their face, making them dizzy from the sensory overload. It was easier for alphas to go about their day with an isolator, but it was not unheard of for some to opt not to. Those types were usually either insane or genius. Neither was good news. Tim was part of a separate category, however. He was selectively anosmic, specifically towards secondary characteristic pheromones. It was rare but not unheard of in betas, especially. Alphas were a different story. He'd gotten pitying glances throughout his life - the poor alpha who couldn't smell pheromones, the one in a billion. Out of spite, he read all about the world of scents, saw the advertisements targetting alpha-omega pairs, and asked everyone he knew how they felt about the sense, but he could not come to a conclusion other than it was overrated and romanticized. How could you fall so hard for only a scent? How could it be so overwhelmingly divine? If anything, Tim was grateful he couldn't smell pheromones. He never had to suffer the discomfort of smelling an omega's heat scent or a fellow alpha's aggressive pheromone attack. He rarely fell prey to his more primitive instincts. His life was complete even without pheromones. He could never imagine what pheromones would smell like, but from how hyped up everyone made it out to be, maybe it would be a close second to the heavenly coffee ambrosia. That was the only way to explain everyone's fascination with it.

The line moved fairly quickly, and soon, Tim was at the front. There, the scent was the strongest it ever was. He could see a tall and slender blonde manning the register while a petite woman was at the back working the espresso machine.

"Hi, there! What size and caffeine level can I get you?" he gave a blinding beam.

"I'd like the largest cup of the strongest coffee you serve."

That made the cashier pause. "...You want the dare-spresso? An epic one at that? Are you sure?"

Tim looked him straight in the eye, "Absolutely."

"Alphas. Guess we need another ambulance," he muttered under his breath before turning to the bluenette behind him. "One epic dare-spresso, Mari!"

She groaned before looking at which idiot ordered it again. Tim was floored. Her eyes were like a wave that threatened to pull him under. There was this unexplainable magnetism pulling him to the girl, and all Tim wanted to do was surrender to the urge.

"Looks like we have another one, huh," Tim heard from behind him.

"Here's some advice, kid," an older gentleman spoke from beside the stall. "There are easier ways to impress a girl than dying of a coffee overdose."

"I'm really just here for the coffee," Tim tried to explain but the blush spreading on his cheeks and the way he had just stared at the barista made his statement doubtful.

"Sure, and I still have both arms," another man with a visible prosthetic said.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone loves Mari. Though, hopefully, you won't pass out like the last challenger," said a woman with a stylish afro.

"Challenger?"

"You didn't know? It was on the festival poster. If you can gulp the drink down straight in under five minutes and keep your heart rate in check, you get a date with the barista."

"Oh?" Tim was definitely interested now. "Can I get another cup to-go then?"

"Oh, god, there's two of them," the cashier groaned. "Mari, make it two for loverboy here."

The bluenette in the back sputtered, "A-Adrien!"

"What?" the man looked back innocently. "If he's that confident, maybe he really can sweep you off your feet."

The girl glared at him while handing over an oversized cup, but it was hardly effective with how flustered she was.

"Bottoms up," the cashier passed over the cup.

Tim smelled the coffee, but it wasn't the scent he was looking for. It was great, better than any cup he had before, but the ambrosia he longed for wasn't coming from the drink. There was a hint of it, but Tim could tell it was from an indirect scenting.

He could think about that later. First, he had a date to win over.

He started gulping the hot coffee, but his tongue was well used to the burn. It tasted just as wonderful as Tim had imagined on the way there. It was like liquid fire in his veins and tasted like a godsend. It was perfect for him. It had all the right flavors, and although the aroma couldn't hold a candle to the scent of ambrosia, it was worlds apart from anything else he had smelled before.

In under three minutes, Tim had finished the gigantic coffee, and he had never felt more alive since he was six. From the outside, however, he looked the same - composed and unaffected.

"Looks like this one has a shot, huh," another passerby commented.

The cashier clipped a pulse oximeter to his finger, and the crowd that Tim hadn’t noticed gathered around him waited with bated breath.

"Seventy!" the blonde announced.

"What a legend," someone whispered.

"Guess Mari isn't the only one who can stomach the stuff," a second voice said.

The cashier pushed the bluenette toward Tim, causing her to stumble straight into his arms, "Adrien!"

Tim knew he should be helping her up, but he relished in the warmth of the girl against his chest.

"Sorry about that," she said, looking away from him. "I'm Marinette."

"Tim," he replied. He only now noticed that the heavenly coffee scent was stronger than ever, and it was coming straight from the girl still within his arms.

"You have a coffee-scented cologne?" The scent smelled too natural for a perfume, but Tim couldn't think of any other reason for the scent if it wasn't from the coffee beans.

"N-No, those are my pheromones," she squeaked, burying her face in Tim's chest and causing his heart to skip a beat.

"Pheromones? But I can't smell those," he said, bewildered.

"Maybe it's fate, huh, bug?" the cashier grinned wildly at the two. "How lucky."

Marinette burrowed further into Tim's chest at the comment, ears turning a brighter red.

If this was fate, then maybe Tim had used up all his life's luck for this chance, and he had zero regrets.

#tinybriewrites #maribat #timari #timinette #fluff #abo dynamics #omegaverse #slight #mlb x dc #mlb x batman #ml x dc #miraculous x dc #dc x mlb #dc x ml #alpha!tim #beta!adrien #omega!mari #coffee #meet cute #anosmia

[ittakestwopod]

I need someone to send an anosmic into space.

A discussion myself and Nik have frequently, including on our first ever podcast episode, is how the senses are affected by lack of gravity and other factors in space.

What has been reported so far is that the senses of smell and taste are significantly affected/hindered - but it's all connected to how space travel affects the sinuses/nose.

I am anosmic (I have no sense of smell) and how I experience taste is totally different to how people with a sense of smell experience taste because I have never had smell to depend on/be overpowered by, so my sense of taste developed independently of smell. I don't think we can really know how space travel affects the sense of taste until we hear from someone who doesn't have a sense of smell to be impacted - we need to send someone with anosmia into space to find out if it's just smell that's affected or if taste is separately impacted.

#anosmia #space travel #this stuff is fascinating to me #i need to know

[flamingbluepanda]

What's your favorite scent

Oh boy.

Okay so I have some bad news and some really really good news!!! The really really good news is that you get to learn about Isolated Congenital Anosmia!!

ICA is a genetic condition where a person is born without a sense of smell despite both parents and all other close genetic family members having a sense of smell (hence the isolated bit)

Anosmia (lack of sense of smell) can also be caused by external factors -- skull deformations, concussions, begnien tumors, and certain diseases (most recent and most famous being covid) but ICA is uncommon enough that it's listed on the Rare Conditions List

Bad news: I have isolated congenital anosmia and have never experienced scents. I think I would be partial to new book smell tho!!!

#anosmia #isolated congenital anosmia #ICA #thanks for the ask friend!