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Originally Posted by EviesMom 
People talking to me over competing sounds (like radio and conversation with dh) I CANNOT do unless it's talking to a friend with kids playing in the background. I guess I've gotten used to that one, or something. But dh and I will have gigantic arguments and later I'll realize that I was only ever minorly annoyed by whatever I was screaming about but was really angry that he was trying to talk to me while the radio was on.
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Oh my gosh, I can't stand that either! I get seriously angry if someone is trying to talk to me from another room or if there is loud noise in the background. I hate it.
I like to pluck. I keep a pair of tweezers at the computer desk and just randomly pluck my eyebrows/facial hair while I'm on the internet.
I can't stand to have my shirt or waistband touch my skin. I wear camis under my clothes 24/7 365 days a year. If for some reason I can't find one I feel naked until they come out of the dryer.
I shake my leg up and down all time. I fidget constantly. My mom says I look like a crackhead who needs a fix.
I used to hate socks and shoes, it felt like they were strangling my feet. I also had to totally be eveloped in my blanket at night. I'd lay flat on my back and tuck the blanket up over my head, under my feet, and all around my body.
I hate to be touched. I can barely tolerate my own children touching me. It's sad actually I try to stand it as long as I can but I often have to make them get off of me.
I can't stand music unless I'm in the mood for it, but when I am in the mood I'm pretty intense about it.
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