Autistic Ear Worms

The first thing that goes through my brain when I wake up every morning are the lyrics from a popular song of the moment. The song changes, but without fail, it is always the first thing that I think of. When I am stressed about something (currently whether my son is going to get a place at performing arts school), these lyrics 'invade' my waking thoughts and play in my head constantly when I am not consciously thinking about anything. Currently, the chorus from Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero (It's me. Hi. I'm the problem. It's me.) are currently playing on loop in my head. I believe that this is likely to be an autistic thing, but wondered whether anyone else experiences anything similar? If so, what is your current autistic ear worm? Thanks.  

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  • I get earworms for days at a time too. I've said it on here before I think, but I can remember my very first one - and the strange realisation that this was a phenomenon. It was a warmish day on my way into play school, aged 3 or 4, so summer of 1981, and I realised that a track I now know as Heartsong (but in those days I'd only have vaguely known as the theme to the BBC's Holiday: '81) had been going round in my head since I got up that day and was likely to continue doing so. I wasn't freaked out or anything, just privately fascinated by the fact that a tune I last heard the night before was still going round like a record in my brainium. I didn't comment verbally on it to my mother, just observed it internally. One of those gently revelatory things that maybe autistic minds more persistently hold onto and store away as significant, if undramatic, milestones.

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  • I get earworms for days at a time too. I've said it on here before I think, but I can remember my very first one - and the strange realisation that this was a phenomenon. It was a warmish day on my way into play school, aged 3 or 4, so summer of 1981, and I realised that a track I now know as Heartsong (but in those days I'd only have vaguely known as the theme to the BBC's Holiday: '81) had been going round in my head since I got up that day and was likely to continue doing so. I wasn't freaked out or anything, just privately fascinated by the fact that a tune I last heard the night before was still going round like a record in my brainium. I didn't comment verbally on it to my mother, just observed it internally. One of those gently revelatory things that maybe autistic minds more persistently hold onto and store away as significant, if undramatic, milestones.

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