For some people, super senses are an everyday unwanted occurrence. Imagine:
- Bright lights sting your eyes
- Feather-light touches sear your flesh
- The low whine of the refrigerator is like a drill in your brain that splits your head into a migraine
- A sweet dessert might as well be rotten garbage because of the way it makes your stomach churn
Sometimes, my senses overwhelm me – and it’s because I’m autistic. Sensory sensitivities are common to those who are on the autism spectrum, but they often decrease with age. Would I tone down my super senses if I had the chance? Non-autistics often only see the agony of being super-sensitive, but it is so much more than that:
Much like Concetta Antico, an artist who can literally see more colors than the average human, my super senses allow me to perceive the world in a unique way.
I may not be a tetrachromat like Ms. Antico, but my sensitivity to light, color, and touch mean that when the input is good, the feeling I get is indescribably divine. Nothing feels better than running my hands through super-soft resplendent Kinetic Sand after a stressful day: it’s a relaxing, fun feast for the senses!
My sensitivity to taste means sometimes I can actually detect the different ingredients in something – this is a serious benefit when I’m trying to cook a recipe similar to one from a restaurant.
Music, especially when it has several layers of sound, becomes an aural orgasm.
I couldn’t give that up – I’ll keep my super senses!