... a bit of google-assisted, self diagnosis here. I think, as a ween, I may have had what is now known as Pervasive Hypersensitivity Disorder. Of course, back then I was just a very irritating child.
You see, I couldn't wear socks with seams. They rubbed and hurt my toes. Socks not only HAD to match my knickers, but the seams had to be not there or inside out.
I insisted on all tags being cut out of my clothes. All items of clothing, the rub of a tag could drive me to tears. I still remove most tags from any new clothes, they are nasty and sharp and rub horribly.
Until relatively recently, I couldn't wear wool, except that super-ultra-fine stuff they make bebe layettes from. That's why all my jumpers were pastel, bebe wool didn't come in bright colours way back in the day. The feeling of itchy wool near my neck or wrists was simply more than a little mouse could bear. I can wear wool now, sort of, if it's cashmere, or superfine merino or mixed with silk or soft cotton, but there's always got to be something between me and the wool, it still feels 'wrong' on skin.
I think I'm glad it didn't have a name, back then, and that mum just humoured me. Jeebers, I'm glad I'm not my mum. I'd have driven me mad!
Monday, March 23
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I think perhaps I have a mild form of this - like you, can't stand wool next to the skin and a wrinkle in a sock is intolerable. I always had sympathy for the "Princess and the Pea."
Good thing your mum humored you. I can imagine being told to knock off the idiotic behavior if it had been me suffering.
Zoomie, I'd forgotten sock wrinkles, I've had Mr Brown sighing and flinging himself about over my having to remove boots during a walk, to unwrinkle my sock.
Pea Princess is what Mr Brown calls me when I locate a toast crumb or bit of leaf in the bedding - that man could sleep on bare dirt, rubble even!
Cookie, I do wish your mum had been like mine, it's so very important to have one’s idiosyncrasies humoured as a wee one.
I can’t imagine how fucked up I’d be if I’d have been forced to eat beans or pick up after my dogs (erk) or been made to sit in the back seat on long trips, or compelled to speak to shopgirls or made to suffer the indignity of non-matching knickers and socks.
But then again, if I’d have been my child I’d have flung me off a cliff!
PeaPrincess! Haw, haw - love it!!
Which is why we both came to the same conclusion: no offspring, thank you.
I so get it. I also can't handle crumbs, even tiny ones, in my bed, wrinkled socks, seams that rub, clothes that are too tight, tags, itchy materials, and so on.
What a wonderful bunch of sensitive wee poppets we all are. And Cookie, you hit the nail on the head, that and a love of sleep & uninterupted book reading :)
Delicate flowers all!
I think you're a wee bit farther out at one end of the bell curve than I am, but I can relate.
Have you tried SmartWool?
https://www.smartwool.com/default.cfm
I couldn't wear wool socks until I found SmartWool. Now I wear cheery striped wool socks year round - warm in winter, cool in summer!
Also, once I discovered a couple of very light body oils, they soothed my winter dry skin enough to allow me to wear wool sweaters again.
Lee, I wear possum socks in the winter, a mix of lovely soft wool and possum fur, I import them from NZ (that is, whenever a friend goes over I ask them to bring me home a pair!)
My two year old cried when she stepped on a sesame seed last week. I see busy years ahead for a slack-arse mum like me..
Victoria, the poor little poppet. You best be sure to sweep out her bed each and every night, and make sure the sheets are smooth, a wrinkle can spoil a good night's sleep.
yes, I know. i've got more than a few wrinkles spoiling mine ;)
o, so true!
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