Almost 4 years ago (18 years old) I went to a restaurant which played loud music the entire night. Coming home I noticed that I was experiencing a ceaseless ringing in my hear which was terrifyingly loud. I went to sleep and hoped when I will be back up it would have vanished. It never did. I went into denial and depression.
A couple of days later I was outside filling some water bottles from a nearby pump. A guy, not very far away from me, asked me something. Something which I did not understand. Even though I was forcing myself into complete disbelief deep down I knew I had hearing loss as well. The depression intensified. I went into denial even stronger.
Growing up friendless, painfully shy, self-conscious and almost always on the edge at some point in my teens I started dreaming that one day I will overcome my fears, feel adequate and enjoy life instead of dreading it. One night and one loud orchestra is all it took to shatter my hopes and dreams for a future.
22 now and to this day absolutely no one knows about this. The shame of being disabled is unbearable. Feeling inadequate is no longer just a feeling...it is part of the objective reality. Being isolated from people and the world is not just due to fears in my head anymore...any public space with background noise always informs me of that. Imagine how much more confused, spaced out and confused I look now to others in public when I am missing what people are saying. I feel like such a ridiculous useless tool now and no one knows my secret. I have been pretending and I am exhausted now. But I do not know of any ways out.
Except that you will rush to recommend me going to an audiologist and getting hearing aids, going to a therapist and coming out to the people in my life as well...as if I would be oblivious that this would be the most "mature" course of action. As if I had no idea that this is what someone who values his health and his life would do. As if I had the guts to do that. But, after all, it only depends on me and my choices...not everyone wins at life.
Thank you for reading.
A couple of days later I was outside filling some water bottles from a nearby pump. A guy, not very far away from me, asked me something. Something which I did not understand. Even though I was forcing myself into complete disbelief deep down I knew I had hearing loss as well. The depression intensified. I went into denial even stronger.
Growing up friendless, painfully shy, self-conscious and almost always on the edge at some point in my teens I started dreaming that one day I will overcome my fears, feel adequate and enjoy life instead of dreading it. One night and one loud orchestra is all it took to shatter my hopes and dreams for a future.
22 now and to this day absolutely no one knows about this. The shame of being disabled is unbearable. Feeling inadequate is no longer just a feeling...it is part of the objective reality. Being isolated from people and the world is not just due to fears in my head anymore...any public space with background noise always informs me of that. Imagine how much more confused, spaced out and confused I look now to others in public when I am missing what people are saying. I feel like such a ridiculous useless tool now and no one knows my secret. I have been pretending and I am exhausted now. But I do not know of any ways out.
Except that you will rush to recommend me going to an audiologist and getting hearing aids, going to a therapist and coming out to the people in my life as well...as if I would be oblivious that this would be the most "mature" course of action. As if I had no idea that this is what someone who values his health and his life would do. As if I had the guts to do that. But, after all, it only depends on me and my choices...not everyone wins at life.
Thank you for reading.