Is there something completely “normal” and everyday that gives you the chills for no apparent reason?

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Whenever I hear the jingle from an ice cream van I get that horrible swoosh of anxiety but I just got a particularly bad one!

I was upstairs, with all the windows open, when I heard a jingle which sounded extraordinarily loud and sort of echoey. It really sent shivers down my spine and made me feel very on edge.

Is there anything relatively “everyday” which sets you off?

White goods beeping at end of cycle. It’s like I am the machine and they want me to do something.

When people wear a watch too tight and it kind of pinches into their skin and dents their flesh - urgh! Same for rings. All my jewellery is a bit loose for this reason, tightness makes me feel panicky and ooky.

Museums! I love going to a good museum but I can’t eat anything in one. Even in a lovely cafe, it all makes me want to vom. If I so much as think of food in a museum I want to throw up. I think it started as an aversion to fusty museum smell but it now just encompasses all museums. Yes, I’m a weirdo!

😁 at the smear woman/ice cream van music! I really empathise with lots of these!

I’ve just remembered as well that, when I was a small child, the village my grandma lived in still used the old air raid siren. I’m not sure what for (this was the early 70’s so not used for actual air raids). I can vividly remember the feeling that hearing that siren gave me.

The sound of planes flying over. Doesn’t help that I live under the flight path of 2 airports!

That was meant to be a not a teeth bared emoji!

Going over bridges with water underneath 🤢

Oh, and bread going soggy from salad in a sandwich, it makes my brain squeak.

The smell of coaches and buses 🤢

New Year's Eve, particularly Auld Lang Syne and the chimes. It just makes me feel horribly sad, empty and alone. I'm not a particularly 'doomy' person usually, but I do everything I can to be asleep by midnight on NYE.

The sound of a doorbell. I can't fucking stand it.

People singing happy birthday
Conga lines
Sweet Caroline /come on Eileen /cha cba slide

Any “fun” that’s really overly organised I can’t deal as I feel pressure

Vomit

ABBA

Yes to ABBA!
Polystyrene cups
Wooden cutlery
Paper straws

The vacuum cleaner. Fine if I'm doing it but anyone else gives me the dread.

When I was a small child my bedroom window looked onto a road which came downhill to ours. It was usual for the Salvation Army to march down the hill and stop on the corner to sing hymns on Sunday afternoons. They carried flags and banners and I was mortally terrified of them. I would be glued to the window waiting for them to appear at the top of the hill then hide under my bed until I was sure they’d gone.

I never told my parents, it was my own private terror. If we weren’t home I’d worry all the time that they’d got into the house and would be in my bedroom when I got home 😳

I can't stand anything being on the sofa if I'm sitting on it - I know it makes no sense.

Also the beeping sound that reversing lorries make.

@EatingAllThePies

The vacuum cleaner. Fine if I'm doing it but anyone else gives me the dread.

Yes. This. If DH uses the hoover I get uncontrollable rage.

Even if I walk past a house and hear a Hoover I can feel the anger rising 🥺

Beach donkeys and those traditional carousels with horses. I have to fight back tears when I see either of those things. No idea why!

Also, in the TV adverts for Magnums, the clearly dubbed cracking noise when the person bites into it. Makes my teeth itch.

Tomato soup.
Gravy.

Aqueducts, no idea why but they make me feel weird inside!

Walking down a street with no shops, houses, little street furniture, trees or shelter.

Think industrial estates, business parks and commercial city centres of endless office blocks.

Even in the middle of the day, these places seem soulless, inhospitable and bleak.

@EatingAllThePies I'm not ashamed to admit that I wear ear defenders when vacuuming.

For me, it's discos. I have very bad memories of them as a young child. The paradoxically bright lights in a dark room, mirror balls casting strange shadows, unmanageably loud (to me) music and everyone dancing/stepping on you. I now understand that it's a sensory overload, but as a little undiagnosed child, I didn't know. I distinctly remember being in one disco, about five years old, and thinking that I was going to be trapped there forever because I couldn't find a door to get out!

The sound of cutlery. Plastic pop bottles when someone drains one and scrunches the empty bottle. Oof.

A knock at the door or the phone ringing fills me with dread and I have no idea why.