All my senses have been "heightened" from birth. For years, I didn't like touching certain things (I feel I have to scrape/scratch my feet every time I step in something sticky until the feeling goes away, and I can't stand wear shoes which is why I walk on the sides of my feet in them. No, I'm not proud of that, but I'm proud that I like being barefoot around the house and in the yard anyway. My mother is paranoid of germs and glass since we stay at a duplex, soon have to wear shoes going to the dumpster, and at the dumpster, I see why. -shudders-). Also, I've always been oversensitive to smell (I LITERALLY hold my breath as long as I can when I'm using the bathroom or near a dumpster or trashcan. Either that, or I'll spray air freshener in a ball of tissue and breathe through that, so I'd smell nothing but the fragrance. Also, I use a lot of air freshener because I smell every single odor. Ask my mother.). My sensitive hearing didn't come until I turned 14 because I was always clogged up, and I had tubes in my ears, but because I was unable to cope (and basically went into meltdowns during the 8th grade to the point I was crying and banging my head while people either thought it was funny or stared at me), I decided to wear earplugs, but that only worked for a very short time as my sensitive hearing for worse and worse. I've been to audiologists, ENTs, and through CAT scans to find out that it was not hyperacusis, so I tried not wearing earplugs for a while, but my hearing continued to get more sensitive, and everything just got worse, so I learned the hard way that I cannot stop wearing earplugs and just taking them off didn't help as people say that my ears should get used to it. It didn't work. Pink noise didn't work, and finally, I just had to assume I was just cursed. When I looked at autism (because my mother kept mentioning it, and I finally decided to look up what she meant), I found all the signs and figured that everything listed it what I went through my whole life, including sensitivity through my senses. That explains why I end up chewing on my shirts after they come out the wash because of the delicio--I mean, fragrant detergent. It all made sense, and here I am now, awaiting diagnosis and callback for follow-up.