Light, noise and touch.
I wear sunglasses for about ten months of the year, which can look like a bit of an affectation in Scotland, but I don't care.
I don't like crowded spaces - from an executive processing PoV, I find it very difficult to compartmentalise sounds, so a packed bar or restaurant is my idea of hell and basically turns into a night of trying to inexpertly lipread.
(I get increasingly frustrated by the trend for 'industrial' spaces, which allow every single sound to echo and resonate without dampening.
Businesses are always incredibly keen to talk up their 'inclusion' creds, such as access for people with physical or mobility challenges - which I fully support - but nothing for ND people or those with hearing impairments, who find resonant sound literally torturous, in some cases?)
Probably not the right forum to admit this on, but children's noise - even high-pitched laughter - is like nails on a blackboard to me and can send me into full-on fight-or-flight mode (fortunately, as I've got older, I've managed to pare this back to just 'flight').
There are certain things which I physically cannot touch, such as wooden clothes pegs, and, in common with many ND (and quite a lot of NT) people, I don't like being touched by strangers: not because touching is verboten, but because strangers (unlike my OH or similar) don't know the 'right' way to touch me - always in my line of sight with quite a substantial degree of pressure.
I lived in East Asia for a while and was a huge fan of bowing as a greeting or acknowledgement, as it meant never having to face the possibility of a limp handshake or, worse, a hug.