I'm hypersensitive. It's driving me insane, I've been this way since I was a toddler.
Sniffling. Sneezing. Coughing. Laughing. Breathing. Snoring. Crashing, clacking, thumping. Clearing throats. Alarms. Sirens. Planes. Ringtones.
New underwear with scratchy waistbands. Underwear against my skin against jeans against a chair. Jean pockets touching my thighs. Tight bras. Scratchy collars. Bedsheets made from a rough material.
All strong cheeses. Any trace of their flavor. When my dishes and silverware have a "taste" to them.
Body odor. Sweat. Perfume. Cologne. Cheese. Certain foods.
Some things bother me more than others. Some are mild annoyances. Others are unbearable, to the point where I want to scream and rip out my hair. It's like the sound of nails on a chalkboard - only it's like this with so many things. No one can seem to understand how these little sensory annoyances can have such a strong effect on me, but they do. It's maddening and I hate it. I hate it, hate it, hate it. It makes stupid simple things that should be easy like going out in public or sharing a room with someone or wearing clothes almost impossible at times. I don't know how to get over this, I've been like this since I was a toddler. Sometimes I just want to be locked up naked in a dark little box, all by myself, no smells, no sniffling and coughing and sneezing, no clothes rubbing my skin. Sometimes I would rather just stay home than go out and face my senses.