This is going to be a fairly long thread, but this is one of the most important issues I joined this forum for besides my associated social anxiety and general anxiety. Please please please bear with me and read it, because I need help and support so badly, and my therapists have been flat out failures. NO ONE understands.
I don't know how many of you know about misophonia, or even have it, but here's a run down of it: Misophonia
I'm currently typing this stressed out, at the end of my nerves, and ready to start breaking things in my room or hurting myself. My dad is playing his bass in the room next door, and it's making me want to either kill myself, or take his bass and break it over his head.
Misophonia has been ruining my life and causing me constant and extreme discomfort for my whole life. Being in school with children making noises was the most difficult thing in the world. When my classmates found out about my sensitivity to noise, they would cruelly make the noises on purpose to see me start crying. That was one of many things that probably led to the condition worsening.
Noises f*ucking make me want to die. They do not bother me the way noises simply "annoy others". It isn't the same. Certain trigger sounds cause me extreme distress, anxiety, rage, and even physical discomfort (tingles in my body, even in the groin area). My main trigger noises are:
-tapping
-crinkling paper/plastic bags
-chewing and gum popping
-music seeping from someone's headphones
-foot tapping and leg movement
-feeling vibrations and movements in my seat
-hearing beats from music in other rooms
-people singing or humming
-women clicking their nails together
I have no reclusive area for peace. In public, I suffer greatly. On the trains, I constantly have to move from car to car to avoid people making noises that bother me, otherwise it is very likely that I might compulsively insult or even actually assault the person making the noise. I can use an ipod for a period of time, but my head and ears are sensitive to headphones and earbuds, eventually causing me pain. It's a horrible lose lose, and going outside is the most horrible torturous thing to endure. It's like getting my nails yanked out.
At home, I live with my father and younger brother. Both of which are musicians. Just my luck, because god must really love me!! Everytime they play the guitar (my dad in the room next door or my brother above me) I feel like I'm going to explode. Sometimes I start crying and pulling my hair or throwing and breaking things. My father does not and will not try to understand how damaging this condition is. I've printed articles on it and showed him, brought him with me to therapy, but he still remains unsympathetic to the extreme stress he is causing me. He refuses to lower the volume of his music, or electric guitars because he feels "He shouldn't have to", and I should "find ways to deal with it". I continue to get into ugly ugly fights with him. One even resulted in me spitting in his face and leaving home for a month.
I stayed with my boyfriend that month. No better there. There is a child in the apartment above him that runs and stomps and sometimes throws tantrums, causing repetitive banging on his ceiling. I've screamed, cried, banged my head on the wall, and demanded my boyfriend even go upstairs and ask the parents to have the kid stop banging. I've fantasized about cutting off the kid's legs and beating him with them.
This condition effects my relationship as well. When my boyfriend chews or eats near me, I start yelling at him to chew with his mouth closed or chew quietly. If he opens a candy wrapper, I yell at him. He probably understands my misophonia better then anyone else, and he puts up with a lot from me, and I love and appreciate him so much for it. I can't help snapping at him, and when I do, I feel horrible about it later.
I don't feel bad for snapping at my dad, he is an A**hole that is stubborn, ignorant, and selfish, and feels that I am trying to ruin his recreational activity (even by asking him to make his sh*t lower)
When I meet new people that I have to be around, it's embarrassing for me to explain the misophonia, because they usually do not understand, or will say something like, "oh yeah, that bothers me too". NO NO NO. It does NOT bother you the way it bothers me. No I cannot "ignore" it, like teachers told me to do as a kid.
This problem is growing more severe as the years go on, my sensitivity is getting worse, and I grow more and more violent as time passes. Sometimes when I am being tortured with a noise that I cannot escape, I want to be dead. I would happily take being deaf over suffering like this. I want to stab my eardrums out.
I.CANNOT. live with this. I will never lead a normal life if I do not overcome this disgusting disease.
Things I've tried that do not help:
-White noise machine
-earplugs (they feel invasive and disgusting in my ears)
-music to drown sounds out (temporary)
I don't know how many of you know about misophonia, or even have it, but here's a run down of it: Misophonia
I'm currently typing this stressed out, at the end of my nerves, and ready to start breaking things in my room or hurting myself. My dad is playing his bass in the room next door, and it's making me want to either kill myself, or take his bass and break it over his head.
Misophonia has been ruining my life and causing me constant and extreme discomfort for my whole life. Being in school with children making noises was the most difficult thing in the world. When my classmates found out about my sensitivity to noise, they would cruelly make the noises on purpose to see me start crying. That was one of many things that probably led to the condition worsening.
Noises f*ucking make me want to die. They do not bother me the way noises simply "annoy others". It isn't the same. Certain trigger sounds cause me extreme distress, anxiety, rage, and even physical discomfort (tingles in my body, even in the groin area). My main trigger noises are:
-tapping
-crinkling paper/plastic bags
-chewing and gum popping
-music seeping from someone's headphones
-foot tapping and leg movement
-feeling vibrations and movements in my seat
-hearing beats from music in other rooms
-people singing or humming
-women clicking their nails together
I have no reclusive area for peace. In public, I suffer greatly. On the trains, I constantly have to move from car to car to avoid people making noises that bother me, otherwise it is very likely that I might compulsively insult or even actually assault the person making the noise. I can use an ipod for a period of time, but my head and ears are sensitive to headphones and earbuds, eventually causing me pain. It's a horrible lose lose, and going outside is the most horrible torturous thing to endure. It's like getting my nails yanked out.
At home, I live with my father and younger brother. Both of which are musicians. Just my luck, because god must really love me!! Everytime they play the guitar (my dad in the room next door or my brother above me) I feel like I'm going to explode. Sometimes I start crying and pulling my hair or throwing and breaking things. My father does not and will not try to understand how damaging this condition is. I've printed articles on it and showed him, brought him with me to therapy, but he still remains unsympathetic to the extreme stress he is causing me. He refuses to lower the volume of his music, or electric guitars because he feels "He shouldn't have to", and I should "find ways to deal with it". I continue to get into ugly ugly fights with him. One even resulted in me spitting in his face and leaving home for a month.
I stayed with my boyfriend that month. No better there. There is a child in the apartment above him that runs and stomps and sometimes throws tantrums, causing repetitive banging on his ceiling. I've screamed, cried, banged my head on the wall, and demanded my boyfriend even go upstairs and ask the parents to have the kid stop banging. I've fantasized about cutting off the kid's legs and beating him with them.
This condition effects my relationship as well. When my boyfriend chews or eats near me, I start yelling at him to chew with his mouth closed or chew quietly. If he opens a candy wrapper, I yell at him. He probably understands my misophonia better then anyone else, and he puts up with a lot from me, and I love and appreciate him so much for it. I can't help snapping at him, and when I do, I feel horrible about it later.
I don't feel bad for snapping at my dad, he is an A**hole that is stubborn, ignorant, and selfish, and feels that I am trying to ruin his recreational activity (even by asking him to make his sh*t lower)
When I meet new people that I have to be around, it's embarrassing for me to explain the misophonia, because they usually do not understand, or will say something like, "oh yeah, that bothers me too". NO NO NO. It does NOT bother you the way it bothers me. No I cannot "ignore" it, like teachers told me to do as a kid.
This problem is growing more severe as the years go on, my sensitivity is getting worse, and I grow more and more violent as time passes. Sometimes when I am being tortured with a noise that I cannot escape, I want to be dead. I would happily take being deaf over suffering like this. I want to stab my eardrums out.
I.CANNOT. live with this. I will never lead a normal life if I do not overcome this disgusting disease.
Things I've tried that do not help:
-White noise machine
-earplugs (they feel invasive and disgusting in my ears)
-music to drown sounds out (temporary)