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#as an autistic person with sensory sensitivities
samyelbanette · 7 months
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I bought these meatballs that are heavily marketed as “trick your kids into eating vegetables!”
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….I’m a 30 year old childless adult. I’m trying to trick me into eating vegetables. 😅
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cryptcatz · 1 month
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i hate how much of my life revolves around asking myself “am i being overly sensitive/dramatic or are my feelings valid here?”. being so easily hurt and upset sucks. i feel like im too soft for this world
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tboylawliet · 6 months
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Having the kind of autism where you have one shirt you feel genuinely comfortable wearing and anything else at all feels like it may as well be a full blown Halloween costume
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beautyinthediss0nance · 2 months
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Sometimes my sensory issues make me feel like such an asshole..
Tonight, at work, this lady is sitting here sniffing away like someone spiked her cocaine with hot sauce.. and it is making me RAGE..
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prettybbychim · 5 months
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me: needs at least 1-2 hours of quiet time in the morning (including but not limited to: no talking, no tv, and little to no commotion created from my or someone else’s morning routine) or else i will be either 1) a bitch or 2) an anxious mess for the rest of the day
pair that with
my dad: speed-walking heavy footsteps, nonstop chatter, tv on, doors slamming shut behind him, a cough that shakes the floorboards (which he can’t help i know 😭)
i feel bad if i ask him to quiet down bc he’s just doing his thing, living his life. i’ll work myself up into a panic attack if i try to ask
so i’ll just put my headphones on to muffle the sounds (though it’s not very successful), and i’ll give minimal responses (which is normal for me anyway) and i’ll just book it out of there the first chance i get
it’s only really an issue on the weekends bc he’s off work, but he’s taken multiple days off bc he’s been sick these past two weeks so he’s up and about when i wake up (he won’t fucking rest to save his life) and i can’t just not be where he is bc i have my own shit to get ready for
anyway this would probably be solved if i just spoke up but i make myself sick every time i try so i’m stuck in a limbo of my own making
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jarognieva · 10 months
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Wow, they didn't fire me from my job because... they have lack of workers already lol. And my boss told me I work too slow. I was aware of this before and I had been trying to do everything to increase my tempo but it seems it wasn't enough. And I literally CAN'T be faster. Especially when it's too loud and then I really slow down or even I can freeze for a while. I start to thinking I might be in autism spectrum. Before working here I thought everyone feel bad in loud places but now I see my coworkers somehow work normally. Also my boss told me I should smile more because contact with clients requires positivity. Bitch, I can't smile NOT artificially, the only exception is when I see something funny. (Yeah, on tumblr I'm like 🥺😎😭🥰🤣😂🥹 but irl I have bitch face all the time lol). Also this is literally me lol:
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juleteinthrum · 10 months
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A little vent comic about growing up with undiagnosed chronic pain issues (and being a fictive in an osdd system about it)
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✨✨✨This is an oldie from 2018, but I still like it. Whilst there are many differences between autistic people, and sensitivities vary, I think all us are hypersensitive to at least some sounds, sights, smells, tastes or touches.
This is definitely a disability in our current day world, but it can also be so beautiful, because you can enjoy subtlety so much and can completely forget yourself just by eating berries or looking at a beautiful flower. It's easy to loose sight of the advantages of super sensitive senses, but I think we should remember and celebrate ✨✨✨
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autisticdreamdrop · 2 years
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Earring Journal 10/6/22
we have sensory issues and we never would wear earings grow up. they felt uncomfortable and heavy. But we want to start wearing earrings now so we're practicing wearing the for short periods of time and then going up with the periods of time until we can wear them all day or most of the day. this is our jounral for the 2nd tile we wore earrings in about 5 years.
○ wearing small cute light earrings.
○ we can feel them in our ears. they feel semi heavy
○ hyper aware of our earrings in our ears..
○ ears feel slightly uncomfortable.
○ distracted by conversation and activities of rehab specialist contact.
○ got home, and took the earrings out. We wore them for around 3 hours. Mission accomplished
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delta-piscium · 1 year
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me 🤝 Steve
had multiple concussions
(this fandom has me a bit god damn concerned)
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darkobssessions · 1 year
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Personal Autistic Experience Reminders
You hate drinks served in the short round teacups with thick rims and impossibly small handles. Tea, obviously, but especially latte like drinks. You’re afraid of cracking your teeth on the reinforced edges, and you often do. You’re afraid of spilling and the cup happily obliges and swishes your drink all over the plate. The tea cups make the drink taste clinical. You worry every time you set the thing down that it is going to rock back and forth (and spill) and you have an impossibly hard time finding the groove it slots into on the plate. All around 0/10 do not recommend.
You sleep on your left side, so pick your side of the bed accordingly. Applies to flights as well. If you pick the other side, the middle or the aisle, you are not going to be getting any sleep. For shorter flights, aisle is good because then you can get yourself to the toilet without disturbing anyone, and looking down the aisle makes things less cramped. You have to account for people and snagging you every time they walk by though, and the food carts and flight attendents making frequent stops.
You don’t like to be rushed during purchases even if you came all the way out to get something or investigate it. You’ve made bad decisions before being rushed, and you’ve learned your own likes. You like to take your time comparing and analysing an item’s features, and you may just save it for another day until you are sure. If the ONE thing you are sure works for you is out of stock you are taken aback at suddenly having to pivot. If, on the other hand, you love it, you just buy it on the spot now because favourites are hard to find. You also like to get things done and prefer to leave as soon as possible and tick the task off your list. 
You will sense a microchange in your body so be extra gentle with yourself after a dentist visit, new haircut, trying a new method or item. You will be disoriented, probably not like it, you may even go through a period of mourning. Remember to not schedule some kind of taxing social activity or event before or after those days because if you’re dreading/anticipating it you will not have the capacity and you will be impacted afterwards no matter how well you think you are going to take it. You once cried a whole entire day because the shape of your tooth changed. You’re probably going to be inconsolabe. 
You will not be able to sleep if there is a mini fridge inside the hotel room or studio apartment so take this into account and go for something else. You can try to unplug it but the cable is usually hidden inside a built in cabinet. Cold groceries is great, no sleep is not. Ideally, you need both. Not to mention, needing to go around the entire room and cover lights coming off of electronics/unplugging them, draping tapestries and blankets over the blinds because they are usually 0.0001% light blocking and generally not being able to rest until you set up the room for sleep. You’re still not going to be able to sleep that first night in the ‘new’ place, so when you consider that last minute one night getaway, make it multiple, or don’t go at all. 
Your morning routine is non-negotiable. It takes you as long as it takes to get yourself ready and you want to do it in complete silence and without someone pressuring you to get out of the door, because every aspect of it is stress sensitive and you’re not okay for the rest of the day if you skip any step. You can’t digest cardboard at top speed washed down with coffee. You can’t just ‘use the toilet at work’ instead. You can’t skip the meal and have something else later. There aren’t something else’s. It’s why you’re this way. You’ve tried everything and THIS is what works. 
You don’t like art markets. You want to support local artists you just don’t want to have to walk up to stalls and stand awkwardly with the expectation of eye contact, conversation or purchases. You don’t know what to do with yourself in these venues; the set up confuses you. People are roaming casually and you are intentionally trying to be casual and it’s just an akward mess. Today you walked into a very small market, looked at three stalls, stopped to speak to someone you met once a few days ago who invited you to the event, leafed through his amazing book, panicked, and left. You don’t like these markets no matter how many times you forget and get out there to see what people are making.
To be continued.
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saberdramon · 2 years
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new night a new entry to the "i wouldn't be surprised if i had this mental illness or brain thing" list
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helenwhiteart-blog · 2 years
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Tackling sensory-defensiveness
We’re all held by something; the very envronment we live in “holds us” but, of course, there are layers of being held and, intriniscally, we hold ourselves…though in what way and with how much success depends from person to person, affected by our particular nervous system’s “wiring” and influenced, hugely, by experiences we had prenatally and as very young children. Some of those effects…
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anxietyfrappuccino · 5 months
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what's wrong? seriously? you're asking me what's wrong when you know i'm aching and in pain for god knows why, we're about to order food you know i don't like when i've been sensitive about food my whole life, i say boycott starbucks and everyone in the car turns on me like i'm the bad guy, but oh my god what's wrong why am i upset? fuck off
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vanessagillings · 27 days
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I’m posting the ever-so-rare photo of myself alongside one of my characters based on my childhood because today is World Autism Acceptance Day, and I wanted to show my little corner of the internet who this particular autistic person is:  
I was officially diagnosed in February, at age 38 (I’m now 39). A lot of people thought I couldn’t be autistic.  Some people who know me in real life still don’t.  And until around 10 years ago, I didn’t think I could be either, because I was nothing like the stereotype media portrays. I was told that autistics lacked empathy (untrue), and never played make-believe (also often untrue) and only enjoyed STEM.  I was — and am — an empathetic artist -- and make believe?  I can spend days sketching finely bedecked bears brewing tea or carefully choosing the right words to weave tapestries of fiction — though perhaps my hyper focus was a bit of a red flag.  Even so, how could autism describe me?  I was a good student.  I got straight A's. I didn’t act out in class.  I can make eye contact…if I must.  And lots of girls hate having their hair brushed with an unholy passion, right?  Clearly I swim in sarcasm like a fish, so autism couldn't be why I was so anxious all the time, could it?
If someone had told me when I was younger what autism ACTUALLY is — instead of the nonsense I’d seen on screens — I would have seen myself in it.  I didn’t hear that autistics have sensory issues until I was in my mid-twenties, which is when I first began to really research autism symptoms, and I had almost all of them:  sensitivity to light, smells, fabrics, temperatures, textures, and certain touches, all of which make me feel anxious, I fidget (stim), I never know what the hell to do with my hands or where to look, I talk too little or too much, I have special interests, I have entire animated movies memorized shot-by-shot and can remember the first time and place I saw every movie I've ever seen but I often forget what I'm trying to say mid-sentence, I echo movies and tv shows (my husband and I have a whole repertoire of shared echolalias, making up about 20% of our conversations), I was in speech therapy as a kid, I have issues with dysnomia and verbal fluency, I toe-walk, I can't multitask to save my life, I like things just-so, I’m deeply introverted but not shy, I need to recover from all social interaction — even social interaction I enjoy — and I find stupid, every day things like grocery shopping, driving and making appointments overwhelming and intensely stressful, sometimes to the point where I struggle to speak.  It turns out, I am definitely autistic. My results weren't borderline. Not even close. And while these aren’t all of my challenges, and not everyone with these symptoms is autistic, it’s definitely something to look into if you present with all of these things at once. 
So why did it take me so long to get diagnosed? The same bias that exists in media threads through the medical community as well, and because I'm a woman who can discuss the weather while smiling on cue, few people thought I was worth looking into. Even after I was fairly certain I was autistic, receiving an official diagnosis in the US is unnecessarily difficult and expensive, and in my case, completely uncovered by my insurance.  It cost me over $4000, and I could only afford it because my husband makes more money than I do as a freelance illustrator — a job I fell into largely because it didn’t require in-person work; like many autists, I have been chronically underemployed and underpaid, in part due to physical illness in my twenties, which is a topic for another day.  But it shouldn’t be like this.  It shouldn’t be so hard for adults to receive diagnoses and it shouldn’t be so hard for people to see themselves in this condition to begin with due to misinformation and stereotypes. Like many issues in America, these barriers are even higher for marginalized groups with multiple intersectionalities. 
It’s commonly said that if you’ve met one autistic person, you’ve met one autistic person.  This is why it’s called a spectrum, not because there’s a linear progression of severity (someone who appears to have low support needs like myself might need more than it seems, and vice versa), but because every autistic person has their own strengths and weaknesses, challenges and experiences, opinions and needs.  No two people on the spectrum present in the same way.  And that’s a good thing!  No way of being autistic is inherently any better than any other, and even if someone on the spectrum struggles with things I don’t — or can do things I can’t — doesn’t make them more or less deserving of respect and human dignity.
But speaking solely for myself, the more I learn about autism, the happier I am to be autistic.  I struggle to find words and exert fine motor control, but my deep passion and fixation has made me good at art and storytelling anyway.  I find more joy watching dogs and studying leaf shapes on my walks than most people do in an entire day.  More often than not, the barriers I’ve faced weren’t due to my autism directly, but due to society being overly rigid about what it considers a valid way of existing.  My hope in writing this today is that maybe one person will realize that autism isn’t what they thought — and that being different is not the same as being less than. My hope with my fiction is to give autistic children mirrors with which to see themselves, and everyone else windows through which to see us as we actually are.
If you’re interested in learning more about autism or think you might be autistic, too, I recommend the Autism Self Advocacy Network  autisticadvocacy.org and the following books:
What I Mean When I Say I’m Autistic by Annie Kotowicz
We're Not Broken by Eric Garcia
Knowing Why edited by Elizabeth Bartmess
Unmasking Autism by Devon Price, PhD
Loud Hands edited by Julia Bascom
Neurotribes by Steve Silberman
(trigger warning: the last two contain quite a lot of upsetting material involving institutionalized child abuse, but I think it’s important for people to know how often autistic children were — and are — abused simply for being neurodivergent).
Thanks for reading 💛
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not autistic but has every overlapping autism/adhd overlap symptom (definitely has adhd)
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