Tom and I in the woods this morning, he’s stopped to tell me about a large downed log in the way. “You really got this lady?” He wants to know.
You know when the mail has come because you can hear the specific motor sound that only the mail truck has.
You instantly go out of your mind because someone has driven past the house with squeaky breaks. Even though you’re in the house, with multiple walls and over 100′ between you and the squeaky breaking car on the road.
Friends know that if they invite you to a party, you will turn off lights in their home with fluorescent bulbs. And not even ask.
You can’t wear certain clothing unless other certain clothing is on under it in layers. Because texture.
Your husband who doesn’t have SPD knows exactly which towels you are talking about because of the icky can’t even consider touching physical reaction you have when you even talk about those particular towels.
Your father has learned to trust when you say, “Your car needs to go to the shop.” Because you can hear when something is wrong with it. Like needing new break pads or rotors or the balance is off or the engine is having issues.
You’ve ever had to argue with an electrician because you can hear something malfunctioning in your walls. And he finds the light switch box was indeed needing to be replaced.
Same with the natural gas company. Convincing service providers there is a problem is a frequent thing. As is being right about said problem. I can hear, smell, feel it in the walls damn it!
You need to vomit because the car next to yours at the light waiting for it to turn green has a thumping bass radio.
You have to touch anything to have a chance of knowing what the heck it is.
Your dishes are all shatter resistant. You know they are because you’ve dropped them all. Many times.
You change your route because a house you walk past has an electronic high frequency rodent deterring machine. And of course you can hear it too.
Your husband automatically hands you the car keys to go sit in the car as he goes to stand in line at the grocery store. Because he knows you are so done!
You own multiple weighted blankets and compression vests of various styles, weights, and type.
Your hand hurts and you have a bruise but have no idea what you walked into this time or when that was because proprioception is so not your forte.
You refuse to touch any new fancy electronics until they have a protective case around them. As you know in 3, 2, 1… you will drop it.
You are constantly asking, “What?” then 3 words into the repeat your brain finally catches up to what was said the first time.
Just another day in the life. LOL.