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snakeautistic · 6 months

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I CRAVE deep pressure on this super fundamental level like yes please crush my body I want to be compressed. You know like those hydraulic press thingies? I want that to be me under there. Or like to lie under a steamroller. A weighted blanket is not enough I need to be flattened.

#autism #sensory seeking #sensory joy #autistic things #sensory play #autistic #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #neurodivergence

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busybussinbee · 4 months

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y’all

Y’ALL

i did a white elephant sock exchange with a bunch of friends for christmas a couple days ago

and i was honestly kind of worried that i’d end up with a pair that i can’t wear cause ✨sensory issues✨

i put on one of the pairs (i ended up with 3 cause some people brought more than one) for the first time today and they’re actual sensory HEAVEN

i love fuzzy socks so much

but wearing them isn’t always fun cause they have such a thick seam at the toe

these are the fluffiest socks i’ve ever worn

and there’s NO SEAM

i happy flapped SO HARD when i discovered this these are my favorite socks ever now i shall never take them off

#adhd #adhd stuff #adhd things #actually adhd #actually neurodivergent #neurodivergent #sensory joy #sensory seeking #sensory issues #bee’s thoughts #they also have foxes on them :D

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haredjarris · 2 months

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today i went to bubble planet and had such a good time that i cried 🥲

#personal #life #bubble planet #sensory joy

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anonymouslydisabled · 2 years

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guys my mom recently got me super baggy overalls and literally everybody with a sensory profile where you love baggy clothing BUY BAGGY OVERALLS OH MY GOD THESE ARE AMAZING I could be having a bad sensory day/bad indecision day and just pull out a comfortable T-shirt and these overalls this is the best thing ever

#autism #asd #sensory issues #actually autistic #sensory joy

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crabussy · 1 year

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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

#ITS MY FAVOURITE PASTA RECIPE #tastes so so good and delicious and hearty and warm #doesn’t require many ingredients or effort and is so yummy #I have sensory issues and digestive disorders and this recipe brings me so much joy #barely anything to remember!!! rich while still easy on the stomach!!!!#listen to my gibberish boy #you can add any amount of sugar and vinegar and cheese it works regardless #I UPPED THE GARLIC BECAUSE OF FEEDBACK BTW #AND PUT THE CHEESE AT THE END TO AVOID IT STICKING TO THE POT

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acemdzsfan · 4 months

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Best thing this season?

My work gave us socks.

Socks that were 1) soft and 2) seamless.

10/10 best socks ever received.

#holidays #holiday season #Socks #sensory issues #sensory joy #love it #incredible #amazing #glorious

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reachingforthevoid · 1 year

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The picture is of the Caledonian Canal during the early afternoon of 19 November 2022, looking in the direction of Loch Ness. There were loads of rowers prepping for races or trials yesterday, and my walk was accompanied by the slapping of oars on the water, and voices telling the rowers how best to power through.

#scotland #sensory joy #Caledonian Canal

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bewitchedandinawe · 1 year

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SHUTUPSHUTUP WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN THIS HAS A BUIKT IN COLOR PALLETE STOP TBHS IS SOOO PLEASING TO MY AUTISTIC EYES

#sensory joy

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 6 months

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Examples of Sensory Joy

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#autism #actually autistic #examples of sensory joy #stimming #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #feel free to reblog/share #Neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)

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snakeautistic · 12 days

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I recently finally got a weighted blanket and I have mixed feelings. On one hand I love being compressed and it’s generally a pleasant sensation to lie down flat with it over me. I could even do with it crushing me a little more. On the other hand this thing is heavy, and hauling it around is probably single-handedly going to get me jacked. It’s too heavy for me to go tent mode in it and pull it over my head. If I try to do something with my arm half under the blanket and half not I get bogged down. None of that is really all that surprising I suppose, but it is starting to drive me insane every time I have to move the blanket. Also I had to put a cover on it… impossible needed my mothers help

#sensory joy #autistic things #actually autistic #neurodivergent #sensory seeking #sensory processing #autistic experiences #neurodivergent things #autism #autistic

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weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral · 8 months

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I think if you were to put one of those sensory videos on for ybc!patrick he would sit there and Watch like how a cat stares at a television

#tbh i feel like this would work on real life patrick too #even possessed he cant escape his neurodivergency #this is how joe could have lived they could have just put one of their phones on the floor with a little fruit dancing sensory video #and let ybc!patrick just Stare at it #he gets incredibe amounts of joy from it btw. both patrick and whatever is possessing him.#fall out boy #fob #patrick stump #youngblood chronicles

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teaboot · 1 year

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I spent a lot of time alone outdoors growing up.

A lot of time.

It got to the point that some days I'd be sitting in the back of my dull beige classroom, and on the outside I'd be staring out into nothing but on the inside I'd be remembering how it felt being barefoot and knee-deep in sun-warmed mud, cutting my palms and soles to bits against craggy rock, leaning into the wind and screaming into the ocean, sprinting through the woods and standing dead silent in the dark in a wheat field in a thunderstorm, and feeling grit under my nails and bone and wood and rock and metal in my hands

And I'd look around at my stupid, flimsy pressboard desk, and the beige walls, and the grey ceiling, and feel soft, stagnant air circulate through the vents in delicate, dainty little puffs against my cheeks, and listen to kids my age who I couldn't understand and didn't feel connected to talk about things that made my brain go numb and melt out my ears while some fake-smiley adult pretended they knew how I felt

While back home where my siblings didnt know me and my parents didn't like me the house would be dark, empty, and cold, day after day, and the only satisfaction I knew I'd get would be if someone twice my size and three times my age got in my face and fucking tried it,

And I'd think,

This isn't real.

This is designed, and this is weak.

This is cardboard façades with nothing inside, this is tissue paper, this is Styrofoam packing peanuts and puffed rice wafers and the bottom three millimeters of day-old room-temperature water

And I'd get so fucking angry, so frustrated, just so stone-cold livid, helpless and furious, that sometimes I'd start to cry, not because I was sad but because my teeth were soft and round and dull and my fingers felt like they were brand-new pink pearl erasers splitting in half and everything was too much and not enough and all I needed in the whole wild world was to shred the air to pieces for the crime of being too fucking empty, too fucking soft, not *real* enough, like a wild animal clawing into prey only to have puffy cotton candy and soap bubbles spill out, sweet and tasteless and saccharine where it should be hot, bright, loud and solid and sharp.

So when the English teacher- a tall, thin man with glasses who smelled like strong patchouli and liked to ask us to "talk about our feelings" asked me to write about my life, that was what I wrote.

He told me I had a "powerful gift" and smiled, flashing straight, dull, soft round teeth.

I remember he'd ask me every day if he could read my work aloud to the class, every single day, and every day I would say "no", until one afternoon he just took my paper off my desk and did it anyways.

I was a rule-follower. Never broke the rules, never stepped out of line. I would never just leave class in the middle of a lesson, so I guess for a moment I was someone else.

I don't remember hearing him start to speak, but I remember sprinting out the door, hearing it slam behind me, and just not stopping until I was somewhere outside with the grass and the sky and the sun and a ringing inside my head.

After a while, I went back, and by then I guess he'd finished talking.

I sat down at my desk and finished the lesson.

I thought I'd be in trouble or something after that, but nobody mentioned it.

After the bell, I went home to the dark, cold, empty house and waited for something to fight.

That was years ago. Decades, now.

To tell you the truth, though, I don't think anything has changed.

#Writing #Long post #Lol #Sensory issues and social issues and isolation and fear #And anger and joy and the loneliness of not understanding #Probably just anxious understimulated and a lil bit feral #What can ya do #Shrug #Old memories

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queershakespeare · 3 months

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i have a lot of thoughts about poor things (2024) but most of them ultimately boil down to how refreshing it is to see a story that so wholly embodies an autistic perspective on sexuality, joy and self-discovery

#like did they actively set out to make bella baxter an autistic character?? who knows #but for me there is no other framing that makes sense #the scene where she explores lisbon and comes across a musician and the way it was framed as this intense sensory experience of joy...#i really liked seeing that experience that i have also had depicted on screen! its refreshing!#i do think it wont be for everyone but i really love it #poor things #robin talks

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neuroticboyfriend · 4 months

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