A friend of mine was telling me about her sensory issues, especially when it comes to being touched. This got me thinking (dangerous, I know) and I told her about how, when I was a kid, I had this weird thing about light.
It drove me crazy as a kid that I could never quite get my room the right brightness. I tried everything. Blinds open and electric lights off, it was too dim. Blinds closed and just electric lights on, the light was too artificial. Blinds open AND electric lights on, the light was too bright.
I also had and have a thing about clothes. As a child, I hated wearing blue jeans because of that knot thing they all have in the crotch. I eventually got over it. But clothing tags – the kind that rub on the back of our neck – make me CRAZY. I have delicately performed “surgery” on shirts before, using scissors or sometimes nail clippers to carefully cut the threads tying the tag to my shirt so I can remove the tag without ripping the shirt collar. It was a glorious day when companies realized they could print the label onto the fabric itself.
Now, I know a lot of people hate tags in clothes. But I’m wondering with the other examples included, if I might have some sensory disorder no one ever noticed.