Senses Series Part 4: Taste.

Hey, Fingerprints. Cannot believe this is the penultimate ep in my senses series. Next week being the final Wow 5 weeks goes by so fast.

So today we are talking taste, buddies.

Ok, I had to google this.

What is Taste?

The reason being it is so hard to describe to someone what the actual meaning of taste is. So here it is

Taste is the sensation produced when a substance in the mouth reacts chemically with taste receptor cells located on taste buds. Taste, along with smell olfaction and trigeminal nerve stimulation (registering texture, pain, and temperature), determines flavors of food or other substances.

In plain English that means there are tiny little cells within our taste buds themselves which register stimulation and this stimulation determines the flavour of food.

Why does my child not like food touching other food.

There is a long-winded name for this Brumotactillophobia it is an actual fear of food touching each other, It has been linked with OCD which I touch on in a few weeks with my Related conditions. I may actually now include this in a separate article. I am the exception to this phobia I know plenty of autistics who have this, but I don’t I love the mix of flavors it may be because I have no olfactory sense whatsoever. Although I have plenty of phobias I’ll talk about them at Halloween when I get a chance.

Taste is the last sense to take action when we eat. This is a bit of an out there scenario because I have a younger cousin who has sensory issues as do I so I know how hard it is to eat out. But hear me out. At a restaurant, all of the senses are in play right from when you walk through the door. Me being the exception the first one that normally hits you is sight the delicious food and the ambience. Then it’s the smell of the food and if we think back to last week’s smell blog we can tell that it is not always the easiest thing for an autistic person to process. Then it’s sound sometimes the sound is overwhelming not just off the food it is maybe the ambience. I know for me it is ambience over the sound I cannot wait to get out of restaurants when the noise is too much that goes for cafes too. Then when we see the food sometimes we can tell yes I will like that or why is that touching that I don’t like it. But it comes down the fear of food touching, and finally we taste the food. I cannot stand dry food. Dry chicken or dry meat (Jerky being my exception) is a food I cannot stand I just cannot eat it my body will not accept it.

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Author: JustoneAutisticGirl

My About for 2016. Tada! LOL I am JOAG, Joag is a fictional character I created to help me write about Autism. JOAG is an acronym for Just One Autistic Girl. JOAG is a unique individual with a passion for autism. Now this year I am taking the blog a step further. Joag is creating a website. Not Just any website A web forum based on autism. creating a safe place for those on the spectrum. In my blog I tell personal stories my personal stories not some fictitious nonsense I make up to make my blog seem more relevant to you. Now I want a personal goal for me. I want to do something for me. Each day I want to be inspiring I am going to run 2 miles everyday. 2 Miles a day times 365 days. 730 Miles is doable and it’s a good start for someone just getting started. But my goal for the blog and site this year is the intervention for bullying. I don't have a stat yet for the number of people in the world with autism. But we do know that it touches 2.8 mil people a day How many people are bullied on the spectrum? How many are silent sufferers? How long will we let this go on?

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