Hi

No, I've never gone to therapy for it. My mom has always just sighed exasperatedly and rolled her eyes at my "weirdness". So I just deal with it however I need to. I used to not be able to wear any clothing with tags or pockets or rough seams, or white clothing (bleaching made the fibers rougher and it felt like sandpaper to me). I still hate socks and still can't stand loud noises. Some colors make me feel nauseous (especially pinks and oranges). I still have aversions to certain textures. I used to have a problem with touching paper, and I still can't stand the idea of eating anything off a wooden stick. Thinking about biting down on wood makes me want to scream in horror. I also can't stand repetitive, absentminded rubbing, like if a partner is sitting next to me on the couch with their arm around me and keeps brushing their thumb against my skin. That is excruciatingly painful, but I feel bad for having to make a big deal about it.
It's never been anything that severely affects my ability to live life, I just have to do things a little differently sometimes. And I get a little sick of hearing things like "WELL YOU WOULDN'T GET BLISTERS ON YOUR FEET IF YOU WORE SOCKS!!!"
