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#sensory trigger
thesockwhisperer · 10 months
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The 4th of July can be fun but fireworks are the W O R S T. I hope everyone who struggles with the sounds and lights of it all (like me :/) can hopefully have a not terrible night. Same goes for folks with ptsd that is triggered by the fireworks!
Update: I LIVE (barely)
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taintedmind666 · 4 months
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He’s a menace for sure
He would have a Tumblr blog if he was real
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silvermoon424 · 5 months
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Having sensory issues sucks for a lot of reasons, but one of the worst ones is that I'm fully aware that I sound like an insane person when I try to articulate why something bothers me. Like how can you tell someone to stop annunciating their "P's" and "S's" so much or to not rapid fire text you without disclosing that you're autistic and have sensory issues lmao
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actualaster · 2 years
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I think some people genuinely don't grasp the concept of "sensory issues" when it comes to things like food.
A food sensory issue is not "I don't want to eat that because it isn't my preferred flavor"
A food sensory issue is "something about the taste/texture/smell of this is incompatible with my brain and it makes me gag and if you try to force that into me I will choke on it and/or throw up"
A food sensory issue is "something set me off and now I can't eat for hours because I feel sick to my stomach and there isn't a way to fix that especially if the sensory trigger is lingering like a smell"
A food sensory issue is "you might as well have asked me to eat a bowl full of rocks because this is about as edible to me, no matter how much I wish that weren't the case"
A food sensory issue is "I haven't eaten anything decent in 3 days because I haven't had a chance to go to the store and I don't have anything left I'm physically capable of eating"
A food sensory issue is "I'm super fucking hungry but I took one bite and no matter how hard I tried to eat it I automatically gagged it back out because my body completely rejects it because of the taste/texture/smell"
A food sensory issue is "struggling to maintain a passable diet so you don't have a bunch of deficiencies because what you can eat is restricted"
Quite frankly, food sensory issues should really be treated similarly to food allergies in that you cannot safely try to trick or force a person to eat them.
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jewishbarbies · 1 month
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how do you deal with someone when you’re both neurodivergent but they’re convinced they’re somehow more neurodivergent or the only neurodivergent person and therefore need all these different rules and accommodations but they have no problem tone policing you and being generally ableist because I’m so sick of this shit (and no, I can’t block/leave)
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irondadmadlads · 7 months
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Irondad Prompt #192:
TW: Sensory Processing Disorder, Eating Disorders, Avoidant/Restrive Food Intake Disorder/Selective Eating Disorder. Please stay safe and skip this prompt if these topics will upset you
Ever since the bite, Peter’s been weird around food. Sure, he needs to eat more because of his metabolism, but he just doesn’t seem to have an appetite and even small meals fill him up. Not to mention, he’s oddly selective. Sure, he’d theoretically love to try the new thai place with May or shawarma from Tony’s favorite restaurant, yet the thought of trying something unfamiliar causes his heart to beat out of his chest.
When Tony and May notice his odd behavior they set up an appointment with Dr. Cho. After a few evaluations, she comes to the conclusion Peter is struggling with Avoidant/Restrive Food Intake Disorder - an eating disorder in which someone finds difficulty in eating certain foods due to their sensory inputs* (looks, smells, feels, etc).
A/n: With all prompts, please tag me if you write them, but especially this one. It’s very personal to me.
*There’s more than one type of ARFID. What Peter is struggling with in this prompt is the avoidant type.
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gryith · 7 months
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The Summer fan's idea of fun:
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An average Autumn enjoyer's everyday views:
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xx-blueboy-xx · 7 months
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Day Two: Pumpkin Patch | Suptober 2023
CW: None!
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“Dude…this is for literal children.” an exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he stood beneath the warm, October sun. He was standing in the last place one would expect to find a hunter during this time of year. Sam was standing in the middle of a pumpkin patch, while an archangel was kneeling down beside one knocking against the side. As if listening to it to see if it would be good for carving. He found it ridiculous, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips. 
Gabriel rolled his eyes, though they were mostly hidden behind the dark sunglasses he was sporting. “I already offered to turn you into a child if that would make you feel more comfortable, but you said no.” 
“It’s just -” Sam shakes his head and waves a hand around, gesturing to all the young children around them being led through the path by doting parents. A few older kids were walking around on their own in small groups. Others were daring the corn maze, and he could see a ‘haunted’ hayride in the distance.
 “You know how I feel about Halloween. And,” he crosses his arms over his chest, his brows furrowed. “You tricked me. You said this was the case.” 
Gabriel grins at him, seeming to have chosen a pumpkin, and the hunter was grateful. They had spent the last thirty minutes here, the blonde absolutely determined to pick the best one. “It is a case! The hayride is haunted, duh!” 
The Winchester settled the shorter man with a classic bitch face of his and the archangel sighs deeply. He knew that this was going to be tough. That the man has all kinds of trauma tied to holidays. Why go around celebrating monsters and the supernatural, when he knew what real werewolves looked like. And they don;t have cute fluffy tails or ears. Everyday he came face to face with the things that children wore around as masks, giggling and not caring about the world. Besides, they could never afford costumes, and John never took them trick-or treating. You can’t do that when you hop from motel to motel. It hadn’t taken long for Sam’s obsession with Halloween to have been completely demolished. Much like so many other wonders of childhood. 
Gabriel sighs, his shoulders slumping. As much as he likes pushing buttons he knows when to stop, but he would try just one more thing. One last little nudge. God knows, Sam wouldn’t budge anywhere without it. “Just pick one and come carve it with me? Please?” 
Sam felt like he was rooted to the soil beneath him. Gabriel rarely ever asked for anything and a little bit of guilt ran through him, as he remembered how excited he had been to drag him here. He bit on the inside of his cheek, he could suck it up for one day. Hell, not even that, only a few hours. It wasn;t even halloween, they still have it three days before then. He runs a hand through his hair and silently wanders down the line of pumpkins. He approaches the nearest one, and he picks it up. It is decently sized and there is a strange large knot on the side - which was a little charming he had to admit. He plucked it from the stem with ease. 
He stood with it tucked beneath his arm, and found that Gabriel was grinning with triumph at him. He rolled his eyes. 
“Don’t get used to me saying yes to shit whenever you say please.” Sam comments, and the archangel shrugs. 
“Once is still more than enough bragging rights! I got the stubborn Sam WInchester to bend to my whims,” he flashes the hunter a sultry wink. “And maybe over a table for me.” 
Sam elbows the cackling archangels as his cheeks flood with a maroon blush. “Shut up!”
Gabriel’s snickers slowly die down to something more reasonable, and the pair walk in comfortable silence towards long tables. Chairs have been provided as well, along with any tools one may need to carve a pumpkin. Including a variety of stencils.  There are plenty of happy families there and a few sickly sweet couples. Sam feels a little out of place in the festivities as he places his pumpkin down on the table at a pretty empty table at the back. It seems his sudden discomfort didn’t go unnoticed, as he feels a hand gently touch his arm. It’s fleeting but ground him instantly. Sam gives a grateful smile to Gabriel. The archangel knows how nervous crowds can make him. 
He expects the man to snap his fingers and some elaborate carving to appear on the pumpkin he has set before himself, and to his shock he watches him pick up a knife. He pushes it through the top with little effort and begins to cut. Sam turns away and he begins to work on his own. He is a little confused as to what he is meant to do, so he merely mimicked Gabriel - he had never done this before, only heard other kids talk about it.  He pulled off the top watching the stringy-need of it break away from the inside, seeds falling. 
Curiously he reached out and touched the guts of the pumpkin. Instantly he pulled his hand back , a full body shudder bolting through him. Sam’s nose crinkled up and he felt like gagging, but held back the violent response. He put the top of the pumpkin down and aggressively shook both of his hands, everything simply screaming - ew. He frowned, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to do this as he saw a few kids at the table in front of him dig their hands right in. He chews on the inside of his cheek. Another thing ruined because he couldn’t just be normal. 
Those thoughts got cut off, as he discovered gloves sitting beside his pumpkin now. His eyes darted to Gabriel. Who was already elbow deep in his pumpkin. Utterly covered in the guts he was already pulling out. Sam almost felt nauseous just thinking about it. Gabriel was humming a song underneath his breath, and didn’t say a word. Didn’t even acknowledge the hunter as he looked at him. But Sam knew he made these, as he slid them on. He puts his hand back in and pulls some out, this time, without an adverse response. He felt a smile flicker across his face as he flicked it off his hand. Okay. This was kinda fun. 
They both work in pretty much silence, broken by the low humming from the archangel. As Sam begins to take fine scraping tools to the inside of his pumpkin, he glances back at Gabriel and feels his breath catch in his throat. The setting sun where it hangs low in the sky is bouncing waves of light off of Gabriel’s hair, making a false glowing halo around his head. As it catches in his gaze they are as blazing golden color, and the joy sp[read through his features - soft and genuine. That is the most breathtaking thing of all. 
He opens his mouth to say something stupid, before his mind can catch up when a pumpkin seed is flicked into the side of his head. 
“Quit thinking so much and carve, Winchester.” 
Sam decides he quite likes carving pumpkins.
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neurospicy1990 · 1 year
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lilalilan · 7 months
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If you use curse words or other "inappropriate" words in your tiktoks and use a different word in your captions, you're discriminating against disabled people. By this I mean things like people captioning "motherfucker" as "motherfluffer" instead of like "motherf*cker" or something.
If someone can't hear the tiktok, and the captions aren't accurate, then the viewer has no way to know what's actually being said in the video. If you sensor the word instead of full on replacing it, then at least people can know what's actually being said.
Disabled people deserve access to the exact same content in a form that's accessible to them, whenever possible. Captions should be as accurate as possible, and if the platform you're on doesn't let you do that, that's an issue.
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dumb-homo-tool · 24 days
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AUGH okay i went to the saw escape room in vegas a couple days ago (I was on vacation i do not live anywhere near vegas) and IT WAS SO FUCKING FUN. OH MY GOD. We couldnt take pictures in there but....... one of the rooms was a recreation of the saw bathroom and i may have lost my mind a little bit. It was so well done and the attention to detail was AMAZING and the staff/actors were SO COOL AND DID SUCH A GREAT JOB. If you ever have a chance to go it is so so worth it boly fuck
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clockworkcheetah · 1 year
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something in dghda i noticed (especially in s2) is that when dirks clearly upset todd comforts him but not with physical means
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ediblegoldstars · 4 months
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Just curious. If you are too, reblog for a bigger sample size.
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wronggalaxy · 9 months
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"You have an ED because you're autistic and have sensory issues!"
No, I have an ED because I was forced to eat certain foods at certain times in certain portions for 8 years before having unlimited access to food, but the food being rusty cans of vegetables and the occasional moldy fruit all the while being called ugly for both being a skinny baby and fat child. Oh, and let's not forget the addiction I got at 8 years old to my medically prescribed vitamins because even though I was constantly binge eating the food was so unnutritious I was starving to death.
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thegodthief · 3 months
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FWIW Dr. Bronner's ALL-ONE TOOTHPASTE (peppermint) is a no-foam, just enough mint to say there's mint, just enough sweetness to not be bitter, mild texture, easy rinse but effective toothpaste should anyone have sensory concerns and want an alternative.
It gets the job done without being obnoxious about it.
It does NOT have fluoride, so use a fluoride rinse if that's important to you.
But for brushing at work when I'd rather not announce that I'm brushing my teeth, this will do.
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thelastsaiyanprincess · 4 months
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it's amazing how much a pair of noise cancelling headphones can change your life
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