not a real trigger for me, but seriously, fuck tickling. no one listens to you beg them to stop if you're a kid unless you whack them which i did because you shits won't listen to me -makes anti-esque 'giggling -clap hands- doesn't -clap hands- equal -you get the idea- consent' post-
seconding money as an actual trigger, i went into a two-three day anxiety spiral once because my nana was worried about my college funds because she had to put herself through it but like. i was fine? she was speaking out of concern even if the tone was off. but still. nunya business, nana. (context, i used my christmas money to buy myself a cheap, years old gaming system) dad was always super weird with money. Even as a kid i felt weird and wouldn't ask for things. i'm hesitant to ask for socks and pencils for goodness sakes. also the usual 'you aren't growing up/progressing the way we think you should and do you WANT to work at a corner store/ what, do you expect someone to just marry you and take care of you/ do you think you can just live off us the rest of your life' heh i wonder why on earth i took the first opportunity to get far, far away from you, dad gotta love the 'we are worried about your future and that is why we are treating you like shit' mindset
Ooooh man. Not quite on the trigger level for me, but it does make me furious. I am not interested in hearing how my miserable, disruptive disorder could be solved if only I tried harder. Fuuuuuck you. My sister has hypersomnia and very few people try to tell her she can solve all her problems by trying harder to stay awake. I finally found a medication that actually makes me feel drowsy and I sort of want to rub it in people's faces. See?!
omigod thank you for reminding me, @Lazarae i was helping out at a soup kitchen and this otherwise happy-to-work-with-me slash impressed-with-my-overall-personality lady said she thought i was an indigo child i was flattered until i went home and researched it the description kinda reminded me of the 'millennial' 'traits' lol
Oh here´s one. Daycare/Kindergarten environments. "We watch your kids while you work" places. The rooms for group activities with whiteboards and cheap tables and lots of wooden drawers.
Ahaha so apparently records playing is a trigger of mine, too. This is really unfortunate because my partner loves old tech.
that stupid fucking set of "seven deadly sins" Vocaloid songs actually all the main Vocaloids in general and their songs seeing them is fine?? but the songs AHAHAHA NOPE
One of my relatives has the habit of calling lasagna "ganga", and every time she says it I shake with rage. I haven't any idea why even typing it here and thinking about her saying it makes me clench my jaw so hard my teeth click.
Adding onto my earlier mention, being touched on the neck, ever, regardless of circumstance. I can't stand it and wind up touching the area several times like I'm confirming nothing is broken after the slightest contact. I'm the same way about my stomach. Anything being near my eyes makes me flip out; I can't stand those eye tests where they puff air at you to see if you have glaucoma one bit. I'd better hope I never get it, because I can't take those tests. Can't even use eye drops.
trying to figure out what the sickly sweet disgusting smell could've been for some reason I seem to recall that there is a particular bread that smelled a lot like it?? which is not where I first encountered the smell, but....
Both of these for me, I just forgot they were silly or strange. And that the first counted as a trigger because people around me have long learned not to touch my neck (outside of doctors and such, which is pretty rare). Any pressure on it makes it close and sometimes starts small anxiety can't-breathe-can't-breathe attacks. I have to wear chokers looser than I'd like and even then need an adjustment period. Shirts with high, stiff necks are also no. (I've got a friggen t-shirt that for some reason has a tiny stiff head-hole and it's for low-anxiety days only because I am NOT dealing with small attacks all day because something's touching my throat every time I sit down.) The eye thing I think I actually picked up from dad's extreme reactions. He can't see anything go into or near an eye, or put anything in/near his own. Can't even watch other people put in eyedrops or contacts. Then one day he spontaneously remembered Spoiler: mild eye trauma being a kid and accidentally getting a stick in his eye , called his mom out of the blue like "hey do you remember [thing] happening?" and she's all "yeah you were four, scared the hell out of everyone but there wasn't any permanent damage so we didn't make a big deal of it after" and poof, trigger explained. I grew up watching him NOPE out when eyes are involved so I think I developed a revulsion by association?
I know that feel! I remember once i went to the eye doctor and kept flinching away from the puff and the doc was like "okay we'll try this other way to test it" and i was relieved for about .5 seconds until she brought out this horrifying needle thing and said "dont move or blink, it could scratch your eye" That day i learned the true meaning of fear
@wixbloom same, I think? The posts on fb all about "damn my mother is so strong and good and love her share if you love your mother" really set me off like >:( stop. also apparently a new one is PEOPLE ASKING ME TO TALK SLOWER. like goddamn no i will not i CANNOT i've tried and it was horrible i ended up not being able to say what i was thinking because my brain works too fast for my mouth and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (my brain working fast is also the reason i can type so fuckign fast and have been able to from a young age goddamn)
God, yes, I understand this so intimately. When I was a child my grandmother used to think that suitable winter clothing involved turtleneck sweaters for the more mild snowstorms, and I just could not. I'd pull at it all day - fold it, pluck it, generally make faces like I was in pain, and finally pull it off. I always felt like a stupid git about it too, because I knew it wasn't a big goddamn deal and there was no reason for it. Nowadays I suspect my neck is actually abnormally weak, because it's painful when people graze it, and that may have been my rationale all along. I have always managed to thoroughly embarrass and make a fool of myself to such an extent that the doctors agree to bypass the test just to stop me being such an insufferable dingus. Every single time I apologize profusely but I can tell they just think I'm the stupidest mfer to ever walk into their clinic and I relish the times my actual eye doctors are spared the experience of seeing me devolve into utter "no really I can't I can't I really can't I'm sorry no not even then no that doesn't help no no no." If anyone ever brought out a goddamn needle to scrape my eye with I would just nope right the hell out of that office then and there. Not even exaggeration here, I would just go "I seriously can't do that and unless you put that away and forgo this test I'm not paying, because that is how serious I am."
Is it still a trigger if instead of panic attacks it induces uncontrollable rage? Certain songs or people touching me in certain ways make me lash out.
you know that interpretation i talked about in the fandom gripes thread, about people thinking of the reds and blues from red vs. blue as being parented by carolina and/or washington and/or sarge? i think i'm actually triggered by it. i wasn't going to say that in the thread 'cause it felt strange and silly but i just got reminded this thread exists so yeah... "adult characters who aren't related to each other and who weren't raised by the other characters are the kids of those other adult characters" triggers me a lot, i think. or, at least, i get really upset about those interpretation, in a way that feels excessive compared to how upset i should be about how someone interprets the dynamics of the characters in red vs. blue. and i'm just really bothered by that kind of infantilization, the kind of infantilization that involves treating adult characters like kids without either sex or consent being involved, and it's just viscerally unappealing to me and i don't get why people like it and when people like it and they've had opinions i like on things before, i feel like, "ugh, why the fuck do i think any of your opinions are good when you have this fucking one?" and i feel silly calling it a trigger but it feels like one.
It's not a full-on trigger and it doesn't significantly impair my ability to function, but due to middle school, I get really uncomfortable around middle-aged women with beehive hairdos.
Kissing and being shushed "comfortingly" are both a huge NO for me. Kissing is wet and slobbery and i LOATH the sound of it. I will take a kiss on the cheek and wait til the kisser cannot see me anymore before scrubbing the spot roughly. The shoosh thing comes from a childhood full of people telling me to be quiet, especially when im in meltdown mode (because that tends to be when i try to talk the most so i can attempt to process everything). Plus its such a jarring noise that it feels even more like im being talked over and ignored. Edit: fixed a few things for clarity