Anybody else get this?

Sometimes I get very very into the nuances of everything. My surroundings. Feels and touch and sight mostly.

Not uncommon for me when hypomanic

I can get really into it- like it's another world I'm going into.

Oh, no, my experiences aren't that pronounced. Sounds quite interesting to me tho.

Recently when I was hypomanic, I went outside, and the colors seemed brighter and my senses seemed heightened.

If I'm hypomania- like right now the keys I'm typing on seem huge- what exPlains the depression? The heat? Pms?

Just like this for me - as far as sensory experience goes. I can get all wowed over the textures and tones in a photograph or piece of material. Sounds vary. Sometimes they can seem so beautiful I get all mushy, and other times they are unbearably coarse and scratchy that my ears hurt.

Me too! And then it gets to be too much. Like, sight, sounds, touch are all impeding my sense of being. Then I might end up hiding naked in the dark somewhere!

Yes, cocoabeans. THAT! But minus the nudity. That's my hypomanic sensory experience.

That sounds like me on most days. Just its my soul that's naked (its winter here). Ear plugs go wherever I go, and places like cinemas and opera houses are avoided like the plague - they are under-equipped with dark cupboards or beds with lots of pillows to stack over my head, and no amount of Seroquel or such will make those voices go away

I get that when I'm hypomanic!

I'm normally sensory seeking but hypo-manic is more intresting. Things like sticking my head out the window because the air feels nice at high speeds, and calling people over to appreciate textures, and color with me. I can't be naked because of my son, but when he move out .

Sights and smells are what float my boat. Nothing better than driving with all the windows down on a warm summer's day, smelling newly-mown grass mingled with BBQ grills being fired up and perhaps a hint of roses in the air. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.......

Colors and smells get me when I'm hypo. Everything seems so much more vivid, and I smell so much more, like the newly mown grass, and dinner cooking. (And the garbage, yuck! ) I think that heightened senses are a hypo indicator. And I know they are for me. When I start noticing paint colors, and think things everywhere are newly painted, watch out!

I'd describe it as melting into the scene. It's not like I'm actually melting but more like becoming one with everything. It happens to me pretty regularly. But it can be both good and bad. Overall, I'm very sensitive to stimuli of any kind so I know what you mean.

Yeah like that. Once I felt like I was really tall and everything was very far away.

That sounds so lovely!

Hahaha... Well I can't hang out naked either. But sometimes the taste of a warm chocolate chip cookie and the milk that follOws has innumerable nuances.

I felt like that and my thoughts got so loud they echoed in my head, I call 'em loud thoughts. That's when I know I'm nuts. I figure it is like hearing voices, I heard them in my ears but, I know it is me so, I'm not crazy!!!!

Sometimes I feel like I'm on the other side of a glass wall from the world. I can see and hear everything, but I'm at a distance somehow.

Other times I get the heightened colors and seeing things bigger or clearer, too. And everything becomes irritating.

Any type of repetitive noise or motion is very triggering for me, no matter what. Flashing lights are bad news, too.

I remember when I was 15 walking home from school and I looked up at a tree. I remember it because it was the first time I had actually seen a tree (as in realized it was there and not just part of the blurry background.) At that moment everything became clear. That was the first time the depression lifted from me, the one that I don't know when it started but I was still a little girl, like maybe 11 or 12, and lasted through the death of my mom. I'll always remember that tree.