- Jun 6, 2013
- 1,373
- Tinnitus Since
- January 2002
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Dental Surgery
Do you still miss silence?? Can you still recall what silence "sounds" like or is tinnitus just your new silence?
I have been wanting to write in this thread for a few days now. As you can see it has been about 15 years for me living with tinnitus. But remembering or recalling those first years is very emotional and I don't know how to explain without others becoming more scared or worried about this tinnitus not going away or becoming quieter as time passes by.
Today my life is wonderful. I have limitations which many do not need. No movies or loud late dinners out. I really do not miss that though. In fact a few weeks ago my husband and I met up with friends at a local nice dinner place and after 45 minutes of horrible noise - tiled floors - crowds of people chattering - dishes clanging together ect. I had to excuse myself and leave. No big deal but I come first when I find myself in those situations.
I often talk with my niece who had her arm amputated (cancer) about the same time I had tinnitus come into my life. And we often wonder how each of us lives with the "disability" believe it or not. Now, she works just fine with one arm and usually close friends even forget about her limitations. So does she. But there are days she will have a down day and cry. But not very often.
Tinnitus for me is the same way. It is there morning till morning. Loud like screeching brakes and non-stop in my brain. But....now each morning I wake up about 4:30 am because of the noise and just start my day. Interesting side note is that after my first cup of coffee the noise seems to lessen for me.
I forgot what silence is like. And some days I get sad about that.
I am happy. Life is good. Married to a great guy who carried me for a year doctor to doctor. I knew I had to get off my butt and dust the dirt off and try to get better and find ways to cope. It wasn't fair to my husband if I didn't keep trying to get better. And I am sure my whining and crying and inability to leave the house for a year was hard for him to live with. My marriage was more important so I worked my butt off to get where I am today.
And believe me I was in the darkest of darkest places back in 2002. And if anyone told me the above I would get angry. The noise drove me almost crazy as did the lack of help from any type of "professional".
I choose to leave the negative stuff out of this. One day I may write it down. But the depth of darkness is so hard to talk or remember now.