Part of my ongoing series on being diagnosed as an adult…
What previous confusing experiences made sense once you learned you were autistic?
Extreme internal screaming at the feeling of socks that had the wrong texture. I couldn’t find the words to explain what was so intolerable, so I just seemed like a demon child some mornings before school while my mother forced shoes over my feet to trap them in their torture chambers.
While I never felt this strongly about it, I definitely am particular about my socks.
If I had a pair with different textures or design, I’d have to replace one of them otherwise it would bother me the entire day.
I also have to make sure that they’re as even with each other as possible. Is one reaching slightly higher than the other? Unacceptable. I have to fix it.
I was looking through this community because my daughter was recently diagnosed, but this comment hit a nerve.
I cannot stand socks that feel wrong, and no, I cannot explain what exactly “wrong” means. I don’t own more than 1 identical pair of socks: each pair has a clear left and right sock, so mixing up 2 identical pairs is a nightmare.