What's your superpower?
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I can repressurize my ears without yawning, just by flexing a muscle. Even less useful, I can focus my eyes to different distances without using the finger trick, which comes in handy never.
I can do both of those things too, but my ear repressurising abilities aren't that strong, I usually have to either yawn or blow my closed nose.
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Out of all the ways I've ever been told I may have autism, this is certainly the most unexpected! At a certain point I should probably get a diagnosis.
In my family's defense, they did believe me as soon as they tested my hearing (after trying to trip me up several times, without success), so I never felt gaslit, I just felt proud of my hearing hahaha.
Yeah, I didn't mention this in my previous post but it was annoying, for sure. I would listen to this annoying noise, nobody would hear it, and I'd eventually discovered that somebody had left the TV on.
That phenomenon is also something I saw, but never really gave it much thought, I just assumed it was just something our eyes did
Well I'm glad you have/had a supportive family instead of a dysfunctional awful one like me.
I've been forced through an ever evolving series of mental health diagnoses by my family until after 20 years of the wrong meds for misdiagnosis... yeah turns out I am autistic and have ptsd/cptsd from my insanely narcissistic and manipulative and mentally unstable family.
Turns out once I get the fuck away from them, I can actually manage fairly well on my own. Oh and theres the whole got two bachelors degrees simultaneously and am very good at a multitude of tech/programming/db admin/data analysis type stuff, and I was making more money than my entire immediate family combined until their most recent attempt to declare me insane for disagreeing with their (objectively wrong) econonomic and political opinions (my degreees are in econ and poli sci, none of them have any degrees).
... Anyway, there's much more to an autism diagnosis than just the heightened hearing/seeing/touch sensations, but that is a fairly significant component of it.
There are some decent, long form, like 200+ question tests you can take online from actual medically endorsed autism awareness organizations... if you think you may actually have it, take one of those and then take your results to a psychologist.
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That one again?
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Back in university, I studied basically all day long, which was tiresome after long sessions of study, even if with friends. My great superpower is that it used to just take me ~10 seconds of resting with my eyes closed to feel a huuuuge boost of energy that lasted for 1-2 hours. After that boost expired, I just did it again.
Incredibly useful.
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I don't actually know if this is unusual, but I can smell when people have a respiratory illness, like a cold. It smells vaguely like the rooting hormone that you can get from a garden center.
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I'm a stair master. I sprint them 3-4-5 at a time, smooth and quiet as a ninja. Up or down, doesn't matter
I used to wonder why adults didn't run up the stairs. I figured adults must just be no fun and didn't want to look silly running upstairs.
So all throughout my childhood, teens, 20s, and 30s I would usually run up my stairs because it just felt natural. Then not too far into my 40s, my knee was just like "nope".
Now I have to walk upstairs, which is lame as hell.
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I can crack my elbows like knuckles by just extending my arms. My brother can do it too, but I've never met anyone else who can do it.
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Is it the same muscle as when you do the rumbly ear thing?
I thought everyone could do this. That's a super power?!
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My brother and I always enjoyed going out to the woods together when we were young because you couldn't hear everything humming out there. I still enjoy it for the same reason.
My hearing isn't even that great because I've spent years around loud noises (industrial and concerts) without hearing protection. But I can still "feel" cheap chargers, bad screens, and florescent lights.
A whole lot of poorly configured or cheaply made electroninc appliances or chargers ... yeah I can often literally hear when you've plugged something in wrong, it makes a high pitched whine, because it is overamping.
Also, if you're near high tension power lines?
You have to be pretty darn close to be in danger from actual electromagnetic effects.
But... that hum? The buzz?
Turns out that that is actually what causes a lot of long term health problems in people sensitive to it.
Literally the sound, not the EM field, makes you agitated, stressed, on edge, and if that is just your baseline for 20 years, that constant stress accumulates and basically ages you faster, and can cause mental health problems.
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My super power? Invisible to government bureaucracy. Every time I fill out my absentee voter reg, I get a response back telling me I forgot to fill out my birthday. On my last one, I took photos of the filled out form. I've never been assigned jury duty. When I go to the BMV it takes hours because they forget to put my number in the ticket system. (This has happened at multiple BMVs, across multiple states) and it's not like I'm being an asshole or anything, I just get my number and wait patiently for my name to come up on the board, and after seeing the entire room cycle out once or twice I check in with the staff and they're like "weird, your number isn't in the system" despite me holding the paperwork/ticket with my call number on it.
My wife is a super taster/smeller. Like to an extreme level. She can't eat bell peppers because they are too spicy. ( They do produce capsaicin, but so little that they are a scoville rating of 0), she can tell if I steal a sip of her drink, because she can taste the difference on her straw/cup. When we make pasta or mashed potatoes, she knows if I put a little sprinkle of salt in the water (were talking a pinch of salt for maybe 6-7 cups of water), and she can smell that much salt before she even tastes the food. When I eat out for lunch at work, she can not only tell me where I went to eat, but she call tell me what I ordered and if I made any alterations to the order. And no, she doesn't just know what I like to order, I try new stuff for my lunch all the time. The craziest one was when we had a staff lunch, and she was like "Jimmy johns, roast beef, with mustard and hot peppers mix" and I was like "WTF" and she said "that's what you said for lunch, please change your clothes and take a shower". Here's the rub... That was my first time trying JJs roast beef.
Maybe I'm just a filthy stinky person and don't know it.
The craziest one was when we had a staff lunch, and she was like "Jimmy johns, roast beef, with mustard and hot peppers mix"
Next time she does that, say "joke's on you, I actually just went down on the neighbor lady" and see how she reacts.
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I can hear CRT screens. They emit a high pitch noise that nobody else in my family can hear, I assume most people actually can hear it but never noticed it. My family used to think I was crazy or had tinnitus (jury's still out on both) until they tested me by making me close my eyes and tell them if the TV was on while turning it off and on at random, with sound off. It was a weird test from my perspective, since I could hear it fine anyway.
So far I haven't noticed a decay due to age, but if it had little use when CRTs were widespread, it's now completely useless.Welcome to the world's most useless club.
Used to be able to walk down the street and know who's home watching TV by the whine (sort of like an extremely high pitched white noise).
Now CRTs are gone I've since realised I also have tinnitus and am constantly hearing that same sound in my left ear.
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I used to wonder why adults didn't run up the stairs. I figured adults must just be no fun and didn't want to look silly running upstairs.
So all throughout my childhood, teens, 20s, and 30s I would usually run up my stairs because it just felt natural. Then not too far into my 40s, my knee was just like "nope".
Now I have to walk upstairs, which is lame as hell.
No way man, I'm gonna keep on rocking forever!
Forever!
Forever
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Here's a redditor that describes it quite well:
Me. I have this. Happens several times a night. Sounds like a door slamming or a gunshot. The weirdest part is you also get the feeling that there was an impact, like that feeling when someone stomps near you. So it’s not just auditory it’s almost physical. It’s a very strange thing and hard to describe because you’re always 3/4 of the way asleep when it happens. I’ve had it my whole life and always found it curious but have never questioned it out loud. I thought everyone had this until I saw “exploding head syndrome” on the internet. Asked my parents and siblings, no, none of them have this and what the fuck am I talking about? I’m in my goddamned 40s and thought this was normal.
Goddamit I said stop, I've already got a ton of other neuroses to worry about!
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No way man, I'm gonna keep on rocking forever!
Forever!
Forever
Forever...Exactly! And in this case, "what's it" is having knees that don't hurt.
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I can rumble my ears, do the vulcan greet, do Stan Laurel's kneesy earsy nosey and the finger wriggle. I can also measurable lower my heart rate by conscious effort alone, and increase my body temperature by concentrating on it.
I can also measurable lower my heart rate by conscious effort alone
I read somewhere a while back that people can learn to do this with training and a visualization. If you have a heart rate monitor that shows different color shades depending on your rate, apparently people can learn focus on making the color turn green and lowering their heart rate.
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This must have been terrifying for the ant.
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Predicting psychopathic behavior hasn't been based on my 401k.
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I can stop my ears from ringing on command.
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Exactly! And in this case, "what's it" is having knees that don't hurt.
shush you, time for your medicine!
(I'm approaching my 40s, so you got me worried haha)
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I can smell fear. I always thought that was normal, because it’s used idiomatically, but the first time I said something in a group of people, they looked at me like an alien. When someone’s anxious, their sweat smells more metallic to me, like amphetamine/coke sweat (which makes sense).
