Turns out my dream hanging egg chair was just a giant sensory swing all along
I’ve always wanted a hanging chair. You know the type, the ones you curl up in and immediately become an indoor house cat.
Last month, after watching me stare longingly at one in a furniture shop, my partner surprised me and bought me one. And for “just a little extra money” he upgraded it to the double size so I could fully lie down in it and read comfortably.
Best. Decision. Ever.
Fast forward to today: I was scrolling Instagram and came across a post about autism where a girl was talking about her “sensory swing”.
Naturally, I googled it.
Surprise! It’s basically a hanging chair/hammock where you can cocoon yourself tightly while gently swinging.
I genuinely don’t know whether to feel personally attacked or deeply understood 😂
I’ve spent the last MONTH permanently curled up in my egg chair. I’ve officially banned the rest of the family from using it. I’ve fallen asleep in it overnight wrapped in a blanket more than once. I can hang sideways, swing gently, hook my feet over the top, disappear into the cushions, or just exist in my own little compressed goblin cave.
To make it even better, I put it next to my little patio pond so I can watch my guppies and listen to the sound of running water while I decompress.
Honestly? Peak existence.
Anyway, I had to share this revelation with someone, and if anyone here has been considering getting an egg chair or sensory swing:
Do it.
Happy decompression, my fellow neurospicy humans 💕