#mirror touch synesthesia

[cryptydz]

synesthesia culture is knowing you really shouldn’t watch gory content and still do it anyways even though you think you’re about to die

[15krixa15]

For everyone saying that qin shin Huang is blind

He's not

This is literally it.

[sentientsky]

me: [has mirror-touch synesthesia, which causes corresponding (albeit much less intense) pain in my body when i watch someone being physically harmed]

also me: i should watch a gory movie i think

[temperate-rainforest]

I thought being an empath was where you can look at someone who has an injury and feel that injury on yourself, or be around someone whose physically sick and feel the same sickness, or something to that extent, but turns out that's just mirror-touch synesthesia and I have no idea what in the fuck you guys are actually on about

[helenwhiteart-blog]

Synesthesia and sensory meltdown: is there a link?

This post really deserves to be an add-on to my last one on the topic of synesthesia, migraine and environmental sensitivities; I clearly have a lot more to say on the topic, which has been a preoccupation all week. This time, I was inspired by am Instagram post I happened to see on the morning I first began writing this on the account called @theautisticlife, which listed the differences between…

[beatbawksradio]

🪞He Listens with his Body🪞

[kafus]

me: i don’t have mirror touch synesthesia i must be making that up

also me: (actively avoids watching movies with IRL actors most of the time because seeing people in pain makes me feel the pain they are in in real life)

[synesthete-culture-is]

Mirror-touch synesthete culture is hating fight scenes in shows/movies

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[therealagustd]

not sure if this is an autism related thing or a synesthesia thing but sometimes i can feel images...? like i know we can generally get the idea of what something feels like by memory... but i also get that way with other things.

i can feel silk by seeing the image, for example.

but, another thing is when i can feel a specific shade of blue - it feels like a jersey... or a specific shade of pink feels like a hard jello texture.

what is this? someone help.

[hxllhxund]

Realistically, I could never be a murderer. I feel others' pain too easily....♡

[caffeinatedopossum]

I reblogged a post about how 5×5= 25 is Friday and mentioned synesthesia and now everyone in my notes keeps saying everyone does that/everyone has synesthesia

[pushspacetocontinue]

Russell's eyes briefly shifted to the gesture. Was he making her uncomfortable? Maybe he could do his best to keep his hands still. Rubbing at the back of his neck like that wasn't really that good of a habit either way.

He had been about to apologise, in case he had said or done something wrong by accident. But from the smile, it seemed she wasn't unhappy with him.

"Oh I uh, I see," Russell said, "I, I think I, I can und-under-understand that, that sorta, that sorta thing. We, um, we um, we, we make the best of, of it, don't, don't we?"

It seemed he had no plans to question Alice's movements, about how it almost seemed to mirror him. Perhaps it was just a similar habit and she just didn't do it as often.

The phone was slid back into his pocket. Sometimes Russell felt that he really needed a more 'normal' ringtone. But not many other people heard it that often.

"Heh, th-thank you," Russell said, "I just know some, some people look, look on, on games. But I, heh, I get my, my taste from, from my brother. It, it's one of, one of his fav-favourite games ever."

No need to be a massive downer by mentioning that Lewis was gone, and that was the main reason why the song was his default ringtone.

"I, I used to, to watch him play before I, I was old enough to play and, and this song always, always made him smile."

There was a fond smile on his own face as he mentioned that. It seemed he enjoyed reminiscing on that particular man.

"Oh, heh, sorry, I uh, I shouldn't ram-ramble on like that."

Alice rubbed the back of her neck, flinching against the ripple of apprehension that now ran around them. Stronger now than it had been earlier. Her hand moved back into the pocket with the worry stone; thin fingers closing shut like a vice. Thumb instinctively groping for those familiar grooves molded into its side.

Ahh, so it was going to be that kind of day, then?

Russell’s sandy brows drew tight, making his earnest blue gaze behind those black-rimmed glasses seem like sky-colored flames, dancing to and fro. She smiled, shook her head gently as she tugged at her own collar.

“It’s perfectly alright. I have moments like that, too. I guess you could call it a… family friend.”

And how. As if the brain injury didn’t already make Alice stick out like a sore thumb—though, really, she’d been a walking nerve ending long before that.

Mirror-touch was the family heirloom, passed down from her dad along with his freckles and curls. A stranger’s papercut? Stung like hell. A stubbed toe across the room? Sharp, sudden, gone. She’d grown up with it, learned to live with it, even make peace with it. But now? Now it felt louder, rawer, like the volume had been cranked up overnight. Still, at least she’d never die clueless—she always knew exactly how someone else felt. Silver linings, right?

Besides, she’d rather feel too much than nothing at all.

Just as she could currently feel the echo of Russell’s blush rising in his cheeks; warmth creeping up his face like a slow burn, settling high on his cheekbones. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible tap against his fingertip. The call button clicking off. She hadn’t touched her own phone, but the sensation ghosted over her thumb anyway. As a girl, small things like that used to throw her—flinching at the feel of someone else setting down a glass or zipping up a coat. Now, it barely registered.

Embarrassment always had a particular texture—prickly, restless, a flush that didn’t quite know where to go. Alice resisted the urge to rub at her own face, as if that would shake the feeling loose.

Instead, she grinned. “Sorry? Whatever for? You’ve got excellent taste.”

[sentientsky]

i hate mirror-touch synesthesia i hate mirror-touch synesthesia i hate mirror-touch synesthesia i hate mirror-touch synesthesia (<- just saw a gory scene in a tv show and now can’t stop feeling the injury in their own body)

[madthetruemad]

thinking of boothill x insecure ! reader.

warnings | pre-release boothill & grammatical errors

All your life there was always someone who tore you down and made you feel lesser than those around you.

But when you met Boothill, well, you thought that maybe you could finally get the peace you've been searching for. Besides, unlike everyone else, he doesn't tell you to clean your forehead so he can place a bullet between your eyes. (You saw that as a compliment since everyone else gets threatened here and there.)

However, your scars, though invisible and deeply rooted where no one can see, are still there. Eating away at you.

And you know that someone tampered with Boothill's Synesthesia Beacon, so you know that when he says something like "cutie" it isn't something nice at all.

Which is why you couldn't stop that nagging feeling in the back of your head everytime Boothill calls you as such.

"Hey cutie-"

"Cutie."

"So, how about it, cutie?"

His tone would always be flirtatious and smooth. But, you were never good at reading people. Was he mocking you? Was he abusing his tampered beacon and using it as a chance to call you crude names without you knowing?

It always made your body tense and your eyes to look away from him.

Boothill was always quick to notice your change in demeanor when the nickname would leave his lips.

"Watch ya overthinking about now, cutie?"

Now it was one of those rare days where he didn't have anyone to chase after or a bounty to collect, and here you were sitting at a bar all by your lonesome self. And, as per usual, he didn't fail to notice your tensed up shoulders the moment "cutie" left his mouth.

"Nothing..."

"Don't be like that, cutie, go on and tell ol' Boothill what's troubling ya."

He decided to push your buttons. If you weren't going to answer him normally, then calling you cutie a bunch of times was bound to do the trick.

"Can you," you mumbles the rest of your request causing him to lean into you. Your elbows just barely touching as you gripped your class of (favorite) drink tightly. The condensation of the glass soaking your hands.

"What was that, cutie?"

He emphasized the nickname while being sure to pop the "t".

"That nickname... please stop calling me that. I know your synesthesia beacon is broken, so i-"

"Let me stop ya right there," he threw and arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat you could feel radiating off of him. It was an odd feeling.

"I got that beacon fixed a few months ago and even before I got it fixed.. when I would call you cutie or something else, it was never meant to be an insult."

You opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say something, anything.

HE GOT IT FIXED?!?!?!

"I- you- what?!"

He laughed at your dumbfounded expression and gave your hip a firm slap, "the expressions you make are sure worthwhile to see, cutie. Now, let's drink!"

After that, you were sad to say that your insecurities were still there. They still haunted you everytime you looked in a mirror or were around people who you genuinely thought were better than you in every possible way.

But when you were with Boothill, well, he made you feel worth it.

[outofangband]

Elves and synesthesia thoughts part one (updated)

I mentioned this in my list of speculative biology ideas for elves here!

Synesthesia is a neurological phenomena where two or more senses are combined causing an overlap in sensory stimuli. For example, a person with auditory to visual synesthesia, also known as chromesthesia might see colors when hearing sounds. These stimuli are automatic, involuntary, consistent over time, and simple; seeing red when hearing a chair moved, smelling spices when touching fabric, or even seeing number lines visualized as three dimensional shapes. 

I have synesthesia myself and find it really fun for world building

I have a lot of thoughts on elves and senses including synesthesia. I think most stimuli and input for elves is experienced through multiple senses for example being able to feel sound (obviously humans can through vibrations but some elves are more attuned to this). Synesthesia of the kind humans experience is more common in elves and other kinds unique to them also exist.

-Most elves experience some form of synesthesia though most do not experience all forms and most have some control over how much they consciously process. I talked about this year when I talked about the additional signs of sensing growth and change in the environment but I believe they more control than humans over how they process this sensory information. Especially because they experience it more strongly than humans seem too it makes sense that they would have control over this processing, at least in most cases.

-Mirror touch synesthesia, a rare form in humans, is experienced by many elves. This is phenomena where experiences sensations that one witnesses, for example, feeling a pain in one’s head seeing someone’s truck there. This can be extremely distressing to humans experiencing it, unlike other forms of synesthesia. For elves, this is such a common experience it doesn’t register as particularly distressing, except for an extreme cases, and for those unable to have any control over how they process this information. Most do not experience extreme pain, even witnessing severe injuries.

-Just like with humans, it appears frequently in their art. A lot of abstract art and music is inspired by synesthesia! Especially among the Noldor where there is more specific study of the phenomenon including Noldorin scientists who spend their lives charting what color twelve thousand different people see the number eight, the letter for the eh sound, the feeling of a stinging cut, etc

-For those with particularly strong bonds, Óswane can be communicated through synesthesia, that is, emotions, intentions, etc being shared through color, shape, or even taste, physical sensations

-synesthesia for many elves will not process fully during severe depression or lack of movement. Oppressive environments like Angband will often effect the senses in a variety of ways (some discussed here!) including synesthetic perception. A small number of elves in Angband lose this phenomenon completely. Some temporary, others permanently. This is due to a variety of external and environmental factors.

-Just a general sensory thought in general though I will make a separate post for this I think. Sensory games and building exercises are common across elven cultures. Games involving the identification and sorting of items solely by one sense without the use of any of the others are common among the Noldor and Vanyar. Sindar children in Doriath will learn to travel to certain locations by the sounds of the forest and the feeling under their feet alone.

[clarekirener]

Galadriel and Sauron share the deepest connection to another being either of them has ever experienced, a fact that haunts them both in the new episodes. What they share “is greater than romance,” Vickers explains. “Their connection runs far deeper than anything surface level."

[...]

“It would be like if you had the most intense type of synesthesia, and then you met someone else that had the same type of it,” Clark describes, “but then you find out they’re the worst person in the world. But you can’t undo that feeling of what it was to be understood and connected in that way."

[...]

Second to his lust for more rings is Sauron’s desire to get the Elven rings back. “While he didn’t directly touch them, which is a big thing this season, [Galadriel] has this ring that he put all this effort into, and he wants that back,” Vickers admits. Sauron “covets” these jewels, “and particularly hers,” he explains, “because he knows what they represented when he was making them.”

[...]

“He’s fascinated by her because she sees the world in an utterly different way,” Clark explains. It’s a tale of a “darker soul sees a sparkling, glittering personality and is like, ‘I want to possess that,’” she says. “He will never be able to possess what she has, even if he got the ring, because she loves things, and he doesn’t.” Galadriel is Sauron’s perfect foil, Clark says, because “her goodness is a painful mirror to him because he will never be that."