- May 29, 2018
- 1,161
- Tinnitus Since
- 10/2017
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Neck/stress
Hi all,
Been lurking for over 6 months and strongly debating whether or not to post my story as a part of me didn't want to be an online 'scare monger'. Be warned however that my story is not for the faint of heart so please stop reading if you're anxious. However if people like me hide our stories awareness of how we ended up here is diminished and who knows my story might help others avoid a similar disaster.
To cut a very long story short I was rear ended in a car crash by a woman who was texting rather than noticing i was effectively parked at the traffic lights. The impact - she didn't brake at all - left me with chronic neck and shoulder pain from nerve damage. Unable to work i slipped in to depression which i didn't realise as i soldiered gamely on with the pain. First mistake, don't soldier on with anything. Work out what's wrong. Do not suffer in silence. If you do, it may get to the point where you're beyond help.
Being holed up alone all day and in pain became my new normal led to the worst year of my life. Or so i thought until almost a year to the day after the accident i awoke at 3am to a loud screaming tone in my left era. Going from complete silence (never even had temporary or fleeing T in my life) to that overnight sent my whole system in to deep trauma and shock and after nearly two weeks of constant trembling, not sleeping, and the whole merry go round of wax removal, dentist appointments and clueless doctors who all fobbed me off with the whole get on with your life shctick, i put my faith in a scammer hypnotist, who i went to in complete desperation and with my mental health spiraling out of control.
Second huge mistake. She happily took my money and again completely overlooked the fact that i was showing classic signs of PTSD and in very grave danger of topping myself. The hypnotism that was strongly centred around 'you creating everything that happens in your life' and coupled with a bad reaction to Zopilcone whilst guzzling strong CBD oil (Third big mistake) was like petrol on the bonfire of my sanity and tipped me in to a total psychotic breakdown. Cue every 'bad thing' i did in my life being replayed to me like an insane movie with a screaming T soundtrack night after night while a booming mocking voice alerted me to the fact that i could never escape my terrible self induced karmic fate. It was akin to the worst acid trip you could ever imagine and culminated in my lying in a ball on the carpet for nearly two weeks until i was finally discovered by my partner dehydrated and mumbling insanely about having to kill myself. Barely able to walk and with my eyesight failing she called an ambulance and finally after over a month of madness i was seen by a psychiatrist in my own area who diagnosed the PTSD and subsequent psychosis and at that point in time saved my life with psychiatric drugs.
Gradually my sleep and sanity returned but the damage was done. I had damaged my eyesight permanently and the tinnitus had spread to the other ear and doubled in volume. This is why it's so important to stay calm....if you can. I couldn't and i deeply regret that. Also please if you know someone who has just developed tinnitus and they are not behaving normally, i,e shaking uncontrollably, head nodding, saying weird shit, talking about killing themselves. They are not acting. They have PTSD. Do not leave them alone and do not underestimate how bad things can get.
Now 7 months later my life looks vaguely normal in that i function. I walk the dog, i wash myself, i converse normally with strangers, i eat and i sleep. But i saw my neighbour in the park the other day and they didn't even recognise me. I've aged ten years and my dead eyes show the truth of what i'm going through. Even though i went through a few months of determination to beat this following my dreadful start, the screaming unmaskable tinnitus remains and i am losing all hope of salvaging any kind of life from the wreckage.
I know people love to talk volume so here goes...i can hear mine when i stand on the motorway bridge and i peer down at the trucks rushing past in the rain and worry that my disturbed mind will suddenly propel me over the edge. The sound is like a buzzsaw in one ear and a piercing laser in the other, both at around 14000 - 15000hz. It has not stopped or diminished for even a second.
As dramatic as it sounds i've basically lost everything. My business of ten years, my partner of 11 years who just can't take anymore of watching me suffer and wants to get on with her life and have children (something i can't even contemplate in this state), my family who are constantly being told by their neighbours etc with mild or fleeting tinnitus that it's really not that bad and have begun telling me they don't care or want to hear about it anymore and my friends who switch off if i even mention tinnitus and simply don't get the hell i now merely exist in and think going out for a few drinks will 'cure' me. I've tried HBOT (did that almost immediately and it did nothing), taken a shit load of supplements, done a water fast, did CBT but quit after 6 sessions of the guy trying to convince me that tinnitus was like a scratch on the door of a nice car even though he conceded my case was the worst he had encountered in 10.000 people. Started cycling and walking for 6- 7 hours a day, every day. Even bough the LEVO device (very uncomfortable and with super loud T i couldnt tolerate plugging my ears every night) I've spent over 10k on this and zero improvement. Now i float from my home (which i have to rent out to tourists to pay the bills) and various rented motorhomes/caravans/tents with my dog while i pray to a seemingly merciless God for meaningful habituation/ recovery.
Before you all jump on the whole AD/shrink trip. Initially i went down the AD route but had a terrible ragey reaction and was genuinely worried that i might kill someone like the plumber guy who leapt to his death after offing his wife. I now sleep alright on melatonin/strong herbs (Valerian, Hops, Passion flower, californian poppy) washed down with strong beer and coupled with a relentless soundtrack of heavy rain, white noise and radio placed around my head in a weird surround sound set up. Frankly if someone without T walked in on me while i was sleeping they would probably be aghast that anyone could sleep/live like this and yet this is what we have to endure at the severe end of this hellish spectrum.
Even though i rarely drank before all this I've started my nightly habit just to cope with the dreadful insomnia/ isolation/noise/hopelessness of it all. Thoughts of all that i have lost to T and ending my miserable lonely existence haunt me constantly and i know this is a controversial subject ever on a forum of supposed sufferers but i often feel angry that i am forced to live like this and that a serious discussion on euthenasia for severe T is considered outrageous when 24/7 isolation and sound torture with no cure or realistic chance of recovery is deemed an acceptable way of life for the cursed few living with the extreme form of this affliction. As others have said it doesn't help our cause that those with very mild T run around telling people 'tinnitus' is no biggie. Sorry but comparing a tinkle in the ear at night with screaming siren T is like comparing a stiff back with being a fucking quadriplegic. Trust me if mine had started as a tinkle the whole shit show i've endured would not have happened and i wouldn't be here writing this.
I know people will say my thoughts are distorted but i simply cannot come to terms with everything chronic pain and tinnitus has taken from me. To think a year ago i would not have traded my life for anyone's. I was engaging, funny, gregarious. I had hopes and dreams. I had a life. Of course I had lows like everyone but i also had times where i felt joyful. Now i am just an echo of who i used to be, a ghost of sorts. I used to look at the homeless guys slumped on the streets and think, how do you end up in this desperate situation. Now i look at them sleeping soundly as i pound the streets all alone save for my screaming T, and my poor little dog for company, and realise that all of us are only one terrible moment away from a far worse fate.
For those of you wondering about the crash and insurance etc. Yes i probably will receive a large payout but therein lies the rub. What is the point of money when you are tortured by an incurable, insidious disease that taunts you 24/7 to the point that you don't feel like doing anything with your useless tormented life? Like all of you with severe T that never ceases i would trade places with the healthy homeless guy in a heartbeat and i would sit there on the street all day grinning like a lunatic.
I apologise for my sombre start on here but sadly it is what it is. In truth i really don't know how much more i can or want to take. On a positive note i will not be someone posting relentless whiny type messages on here simply because of the futility of it and the fact that it's not going to help my situation or anyone else's. From here on in i will only share good/postive news and anything i come across that might be helpful. What i have done and i urge others to do is donate to the Kresger research insitute at the university of Michigan. They seem to be the closest people currently to a cure who you can donate to. If everyone who visits this forum gave just ten bucks Susan Shore might be able to bring us a cure a hell of a lot quicker than otherwise.
Been lurking for over 6 months and strongly debating whether or not to post my story as a part of me didn't want to be an online 'scare monger'. Be warned however that my story is not for the faint of heart so please stop reading if you're anxious. However if people like me hide our stories awareness of how we ended up here is diminished and who knows my story might help others avoid a similar disaster.
To cut a very long story short I was rear ended in a car crash by a woman who was texting rather than noticing i was effectively parked at the traffic lights. The impact - she didn't brake at all - left me with chronic neck and shoulder pain from nerve damage. Unable to work i slipped in to depression which i didn't realise as i soldiered gamely on with the pain. First mistake, don't soldier on with anything. Work out what's wrong. Do not suffer in silence. If you do, it may get to the point where you're beyond help.
Being holed up alone all day and in pain became my new normal led to the worst year of my life. Or so i thought until almost a year to the day after the accident i awoke at 3am to a loud screaming tone in my left era. Going from complete silence (never even had temporary or fleeing T in my life) to that overnight sent my whole system in to deep trauma and shock and after nearly two weeks of constant trembling, not sleeping, and the whole merry go round of wax removal, dentist appointments and clueless doctors who all fobbed me off with the whole get on with your life shctick, i put my faith in a scammer hypnotist, who i went to in complete desperation and with my mental health spiraling out of control.
Second huge mistake. She happily took my money and again completely overlooked the fact that i was showing classic signs of PTSD and in very grave danger of topping myself. The hypnotism that was strongly centred around 'you creating everything that happens in your life' and coupled with a bad reaction to Zopilcone whilst guzzling strong CBD oil (Third big mistake) was like petrol on the bonfire of my sanity and tipped me in to a total psychotic breakdown. Cue every 'bad thing' i did in my life being replayed to me like an insane movie with a screaming T soundtrack night after night while a booming mocking voice alerted me to the fact that i could never escape my terrible self induced karmic fate. It was akin to the worst acid trip you could ever imagine and culminated in my lying in a ball on the carpet for nearly two weeks until i was finally discovered by my partner dehydrated and mumbling insanely about having to kill myself. Barely able to walk and with my eyesight failing she called an ambulance and finally after over a month of madness i was seen by a psychiatrist in my own area who diagnosed the PTSD and subsequent psychosis and at that point in time saved my life with psychiatric drugs.
Gradually my sleep and sanity returned but the damage was done. I had damaged my eyesight permanently and the tinnitus had spread to the other ear and doubled in volume. This is why it's so important to stay calm....if you can. I couldn't and i deeply regret that. Also please if you know someone who has just developed tinnitus and they are not behaving normally, i,e shaking uncontrollably, head nodding, saying weird shit, talking about killing themselves. They are not acting. They have PTSD. Do not leave them alone and do not underestimate how bad things can get.
Now 7 months later my life looks vaguely normal in that i function. I walk the dog, i wash myself, i converse normally with strangers, i eat and i sleep. But i saw my neighbour in the park the other day and they didn't even recognise me. I've aged ten years and my dead eyes show the truth of what i'm going through. Even though i went through a few months of determination to beat this following my dreadful start, the screaming unmaskable tinnitus remains and i am losing all hope of salvaging any kind of life from the wreckage.
I know people love to talk volume so here goes...i can hear mine when i stand on the motorway bridge and i peer down at the trucks rushing past in the rain and worry that my disturbed mind will suddenly propel me over the edge. The sound is like a buzzsaw in one ear and a piercing laser in the other, both at around 14000 - 15000hz. It has not stopped or diminished for even a second.
As dramatic as it sounds i've basically lost everything. My business of ten years, my partner of 11 years who just can't take anymore of watching me suffer and wants to get on with her life and have children (something i can't even contemplate in this state), my family who are constantly being told by their neighbours etc with mild or fleeting tinnitus that it's really not that bad and have begun telling me they don't care or want to hear about it anymore and my friends who switch off if i even mention tinnitus and simply don't get the hell i now merely exist in and think going out for a few drinks will 'cure' me. I've tried HBOT (did that almost immediately and it did nothing), taken a shit load of supplements, done a water fast, did CBT but quit after 6 sessions of the guy trying to convince me that tinnitus was like a scratch on the door of a nice car even though he conceded my case was the worst he had encountered in 10.000 people. Started cycling and walking for 6- 7 hours a day, every day. Even bough the LEVO device (very uncomfortable and with super loud T i couldnt tolerate plugging my ears every night) I've spent over 10k on this and zero improvement. Now i float from my home (which i have to rent out to tourists to pay the bills) and various rented motorhomes/caravans/tents with my dog while i pray to a seemingly merciless God for meaningful habituation/ recovery.
Before you all jump on the whole AD/shrink trip. Initially i went down the AD route but had a terrible ragey reaction and was genuinely worried that i might kill someone like the plumber guy who leapt to his death after offing his wife. I now sleep alright on melatonin/strong herbs (Valerian, Hops, Passion flower, californian poppy) washed down with strong beer and coupled with a relentless soundtrack of heavy rain, white noise and radio placed around my head in a weird surround sound set up. Frankly if someone without T walked in on me while i was sleeping they would probably be aghast that anyone could sleep/live like this and yet this is what we have to endure at the severe end of this hellish spectrum.
Even though i rarely drank before all this I've started my nightly habit just to cope with the dreadful insomnia/ isolation/noise/hopelessness of it all. Thoughts of all that i have lost to T and ending my miserable lonely existence haunt me constantly and i know this is a controversial subject ever on a forum of supposed sufferers but i often feel angry that i am forced to live like this and that a serious discussion on euthenasia for severe T is considered outrageous when 24/7 isolation and sound torture with no cure or realistic chance of recovery is deemed an acceptable way of life for the cursed few living with the extreme form of this affliction. As others have said it doesn't help our cause that those with very mild T run around telling people 'tinnitus' is no biggie. Sorry but comparing a tinkle in the ear at night with screaming siren T is like comparing a stiff back with being a fucking quadriplegic. Trust me if mine had started as a tinkle the whole shit show i've endured would not have happened and i wouldn't be here writing this.
I know people will say my thoughts are distorted but i simply cannot come to terms with everything chronic pain and tinnitus has taken from me. To think a year ago i would not have traded my life for anyone's. I was engaging, funny, gregarious. I had hopes and dreams. I had a life. Of course I had lows like everyone but i also had times where i felt joyful. Now i am just an echo of who i used to be, a ghost of sorts. I used to look at the homeless guys slumped on the streets and think, how do you end up in this desperate situation. Now i look at them sleeping soundly as i pound the streets all alone save for my screaming T, and my poor little dog for company, and realise that all of us are only one terrible moment away from a far worse fate.
For those of you wondering about the crash and insurance etc. Yes i probably will receive a large payout but therein lies the rub. What is the point of money when you are tortured by an incurable, insidious disease that taunts you 24/7 to the point that you don't feel like doing anything with your useless tormented life? Like all of you with severe T that never ceases i would trade places with the healthy homeless guy in a heartbeat and i would sit there on the street all day grinning like a lunatic.
I apologise for my sombre start on here but sadly it is what it is. In truth i really don't know how much more i can or want to take. On a positive note i will not be someone posting relentless whiny type messages on here simply because of the futility of it and the fact that it's not going to help my situation or anyone else's. From here on in i will only share good/postive news and anything i come across that might be helpful. What i have done and i urge others to do is donate to the Kresger research insitute at the university of Michigan. They seem to be the closest people currently to a cure who you can donate to. If everyone who visits this forum gave just ten bucks Susan Shore might be able to bring us a cure a hell of a lot quicker than otherwise.