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Cooked raisins.
Anything that squeaks. Squeaking hair when its clean, green beans that aren't cooked enough.
Sweet potato and avocado.
Sand and wet trash, respectively. That's how my brain rewires it
The sound of a permanent marker used on cardboard makes my teeth itch. I know it’s not a texture but I can sure feel it.
Raw wood. Whenever I see someone put a wooden spoon in their mouth I want to scream. I have to keep the wrapper around popsicle sticks.
I just talked about this topic with a few friends and family members and they all cringed in response. Every. Single. One.
If you're writing with a wooden pencil, the graphite snaps out, and the wood of the pencil drags across the paper.
Just writing this made my skin crawl.
I equally love and hate writing on a hard desk with a single sheet of the shittiest loose leaf paper known to man with a wooden pencil.
I hate it because it fucking sucks, but I love it for nostalgia and for a like 15% sensory thing that actually feels nice sometimes, but 85% of the time it fucking sucks.
I love mechanical pencils. If you still wanna pencil, check out mechanical ones. There are loads of good options out there, including ones that spin the lead with each stroke to keep a consistent sharpness and ones where the lead is suspended via springs so it doesn't break as easily, as well as ones with retractable lead sleeves so the lead and the metal pipe at the end don't break when you move it around.
I've avoided wooden pencils my entire life because of it. I love the ultra-fine 0.3mm graphite with a retractable sleeve, like you suggested. It's funny that I'm fine with scratchy graphite on paper, but hate scratchy wood on paper.
car ceiling fabric.
I can not pick just one and just reading this thread is making my brain go eurghghghg sounds.
The feeling of jeans at all. Toenails snagging on sheets. Hands covered in stuff with no paper towels. Many clothes. Anything in hair not approved by three discussions with brain prior. Sticky things.
Hands covered in stuff is a constant issue. I go through so many napkins when eating at a restaurant and still can't wait to be done eating so I can wash my face and hands. I can't even enjoy my food because I'm trying to race through the meal, touching as little as humanly possible, just so I can wash up.
I eat so many things with a fork and knife! Sorry quesadilla and burger, you are fork and knife time!
The holographic binder covers that they came out with in the 00's. Remembering accidentally rubbing my nails across the plastic ridges on those still bothers me.
Velvet
My parents have blue plates that are older than me, and there's no glaze on them at all. Any time I had to empty the dishwasher, I'd wet my hands before picking them up. Even thinking about the dry squeaking of them against my skin makes me shudder
Corn starch.
Wool and cotton blends. If I have to sleep with cotton sheets, I'm not. All of my clothes are either polyester or bamboo.
Brushed steel
T-shirt too tight around my neck drives me crazy.
Chewing gum.
Anything with that "changing holographic" effect. Run your nails over that and in guaranteed to run out of the room trying not to twist out of my own skin.
Really shitty tshirt prints do it for me. I have to molest the shirt no matter how cool it looks. If it feels like rough paint, no fucking way.
Yeeesss that lenticular plastic with the tiny ridges. Just your description made me want to heave. Any similar texture to that as well.
Gritty foods, for sure.
Stringy as well... like long strands of muscle from meat.
I seem to be okay with most fabrics and textiles. So long as theyre not strangling my ribcage.
There's this material that some notebook covers were made of when I was in school that made an AWFUL noise when you scratched it with your fingernail. Naturally the other students made a point of using it to aggravate me.
It's the holographic shit right?
Yup! I couldn't remember what they're made of.
I hate styrofoam
Dry Microfiber. Doubly so when my nails are not smoothly trimmed
Dry microfiber sticks to my fingers and when I tell people that they look at me like I'm crazy
Aaaaaaah! Yes! This one for sure
Corduroy
Same here. Omg it feels like nails scratching on a blackboard.
My hair touching my face
T-shirts where you can sense the presence of the drawings/text.
overlapping sequin fabric. it gets me with sensory intolerance AND trypophobia
More of a sound than a texture TBH, but the way certain types of styrofoam squeak against cardboard boxes legitimately sets my teeth on edge.
Any form of crumb or sand in my bed. I will feel that one particle in my back like a dagger all night
This so much. My mother used to tell me the story of the princess and the pita even I was little, and I think it was probably a moralistic story, but I have no idea — but I related to that girl so much.
Same goes for bare feet. I don't mind being outside barefoot, that's where dirt is supposed to be... But indoors? No thanks.
Unglazed pottery
Something has happened that has etched the rim of some of our water glasses, and they're unbearable now. I was just looking up the other day whether this is something I can fix with sandpaper or something. It seems like the answer is "maybe," and it involves a lot of PPE, so for now I may just stick the etched ones at the back of the cupboard.
100% polyester is gross.
I really can’t stand this one kind of paper used sometimes in cheap mass-market paperbacks or colouring books. It’s coarse and spongy and literally crumbles if you try to use an eraser on it.
Not a texture per se, but having one wet hand and one dry hand 😱
Wooden cooking utensils that have been washed a bunch or raw wood popsicle sticks or those little wooden spoons that come with ice cream cups, all genuinely revolting 🤮
Cheap acrylic sweaters/yarn is also pretty bad