Hate the sound of people eating when I am not eating.

I hate the sound of people eating crunchy  and/or smelly food when I am not eating with them, and the person concerned is either with me or are eating in a non food related place (including supermarkets). If I am eating with them, I am fine. I do not know why this is the case, but I feel angry and as though I want nothing to do with them. I am also very pedantic and think that food should be eaten at set times, my set times. And while knowing that it is unrealistic for other people to abide by my rules, I get angry when people do things like munch on biscuits in a public walkway, shop, or when there mind is engaged elsewhere. Forgive my snobbery, but I think it is uncouth and animal like

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  • It sounds to me also like something of an issue of 'focus'. I find it repellant when the noises of peoples eating is too vividly evocative of the actual image of the food in their mouth, being munched up into mush, and sodden with saliva... I find it very difficult the shared evening meals with my mum and step-dad, but feel terribly rude attempting to excuse myself from them.

    Sensory intrusions distract me from what I am attempting to do - I'm sure people don't mean to cause these problems, they simply don't understand why it is problematic environment they are creating.

    Another problem I have is if I am going for a walk, and end-up with somebody walking behind me, within ear-shot.

    If it is a quiet park or such, and I can hear their foot-steps, it drives me crazy, and is enough to ruin my walk... as it's so intrusive... I end-up either having to speed-up to get away from them, or else slow down dramatically, or even stop completely to let them pass and walk into the distance.

    Sometimes they stare at me when I do this, wondering what I'm doing - I just try to smile and not look annoyed: they aren't doing anything wrong really of course, are they?

    Isn't it strange how rooms, and even whole buildings are set assigned for certain set activities... and with something like autism, it suddenly feels like what seems to be appropriate for most people isn't actually satisfactory for them sometimes?

    For me, it feels like an issue of focus because something as slight as footsteps behind me (it is only when they're behind me, when the noise is obtrusive, without being seen) is enough to intrude upon my whole 'sensory realm' enough to spoil the pleasure of being on a walk.

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  • It sounds to me also like something of an issue of 'focus'. I find it repellant when the noises of peoples eating is too vividly evocative of the actual image of the food in their mouth, being munched up into mush, and sodden with saliva... I find it very difficult the shared evening meals with my mum and step-dad, but feel terribly rude attempting to excuse myself from them.

    Sensory intrusions distract me from what I am attempting to do - I'm sure people don't mean to cause these problems, they simply don't understand why it is problematic environment they are creating.

    Another problem I have is if I am going for a walk, and end-up with somebody walking behind me, within ear-shot.

    If it is a quiet park or such, and I can hear their foot-steps, it drives me crazy, and is enough to ruin my walk... as it's so intrusive... I end-up either having to speed-up to get away from them, or else slow down dramatically, or even stop completely to let them pass and walk into the distance.

    Sometimes they stare at me when I do this, wondering what I'm doing - I just try to smile and not look annoyed: they aren't doing anything wrong really of course, are they?

    Isn't it strange how rooms, and even whole buildings are set assigned for certain set activities... and with something like autism, it suddenly feels like what seems to be appropriate for most people isn't actually satisfactory for them sometimes?

    For me, it feels like an issue of focus because something as slight as footsteps behind me (it is only when they're behind me, when the noise is obtrusive, without being seen) is enough to intrude upon my whole 'sensory realm' enough to spoil the pleasure of being on a walk.

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