Sticky

I've blogged in the past about Jen's hypersensitivity and how much it annoys me. (The other night again I had to change the sheets four times before she was comfortable.) But I'm forced to admit that sometimes her acute senses come in handy.

Right now we're having problems with our water. It looks like there might be a crack in our well that is letting dirt into the water supply. And we would never have known had Jen not complained that the water felt "sticky". At first I thought she was crazy. I didn't feel any difference in the water. But she insisted something was off, and she was right. There is definitely dirt in the water. I don't know how she felt it on her skin, but I am so grateful. If we had let it go undetected we could have ended up with a much bigger problem.

So the next time your ADDer re-washes the laundry or makes you take part in an all-night hunt for the source of a smell you can't even smell, remember that someday, someday, their heightened senses will work to your advantage.

 

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Comments

[CT]

As an ADDer who gets that hypersensitive feeling now and then, I also have learned that sometimes it is just that old enemy hyperfocus kicking in. A very mild strange smell, well, most of us would likely shrug it off until it got worse. But me? I might go into full search and destroy, because I can't not do so.

Example: We change the dishrag on the kitchen sink a lot. Gets so musty so fast... (right...)

On the other hand, I am the Go To guy for "Does this deli chicken still smell O.K. to you?" So like you said, enjoy the advantages and put up with the disadvantages. Tis all a spouse can do!

[Attentive]

Lol, if it wasn't for my ADD'er, our hot water system would have flooded our laundry. :)

Like all ADD'ers, mine is fussy (and that's putting it politely). For primarily taste reasons, she will not eat day old bread, flat'ish soft drink, most food that's older than a week, my lactose-free UHT milk.... But the trick I've found is it's all in her head: as the head chief of the household, I don't tell her what she's eating, or flat out lie, and she gobbles it up willingly without complaint.

Whatever gets the job done (and saves on the grocery bill) is fine by me :)