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Hi, my name is Live and I'm now 17 years old. I've had tinnitus for four and a half years now (since I was twelve, just before I turned thirteen). To this day I've never been to a doctor and the only people who know about it is my parents and my best friend. I've never talked to anyone with the same problem as I. I've never really done much research because I always ended up crying whenever I tried doing some research, but now I've finally accepted my tinnitus and I actually want to talk about it.
So first, how I get it? Well, I was going to my first concert. Had earplugs with me of course which I used during the entire concert except from one time when the opening band was playing because I didn't think the earplugs was working properly. The opening band played so loud. I covered my ears, took the hoodie over my head and asked my mother if we could just go inside to the stalls until they were done. Sadly she said no. Maybe things would've been different?
Anyways, after the concert my ears started ringing. My mom said it was normal and that it would pass. It didn't.
A week of sleepless nights went by and the ringing changed from a loud, constant ringing to a sharper, yet quieter noise. Like the noise of an old TV. In one way it was a good thing because I could finally sleep, but I also started questioning if it would ever go away.
So two months later I told my mother. I couldn't sleep so I ended up walking into the living room, crying, as I told her the ringing hadn't gone away. She said she was sorry, but if I had gotten tinnitus there wasn't much we could do about it. I tried to get her to take me to a doctor, but she didn't want to go. I think it's because she doesn't want someone to confirm what we already know. It won't go away.
(Getting to the end now ~)
Two years passed and I thought I was doing better. That was until I one day started noticing the ringing again. Slowly it took over my life. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't sleep. It was always there. No matter what I did, no matter how much noise was around me. It was always there. After a week or so I broke down. I cried for who knows how long and couldn't take it anymore. I decided I wanted to end things. Before I could do anything my mother knocked on the door and told me to open up. I was crying really loud and I didn't even realize it. She was outside in our garden, I was inside locked inside the bathroom. You really have to be loud for someone to hear you. I cried in her arms and well my dad found out that day.
I've never been the person to talk about my problems. Not until May last year I finally opened up to someone. Over the internet, but still. Slowly I built the courage to tell my best friend. She was the one who helped me find this page.
And well.. now I'm doing better on the tinnitus front. Still wondering if I'll ever actually go see a doctor..
WELL, that was my story. Fun, huh? If you read the whole thing you deserve a hug. If anyone wants to talk just send me a message.
- Live
Hi, my name is Live and I'm now 17 years old. I've had tinnitus for four and a half years now (since I was twelve, just before I turned thirteen). To this day I've never been to a doctor and the only people who know about it is my parents and my best friend. I've never talked to anyone with the same problem as I. I've never really done much research because I always ended up crying whenever I tried doing some research, but now I've finally accepted my tinnitus and I actually want to talk about it.
So first, how I get it? Well, I was going to my first concert. Had earplugs with me of course which I used during the entire concert except from one time when the opening band was playing because I didn't think the earplugs was working properly. The opening band played so loud. I covered my ears, took the hoodie over my head and asked my mother if we could just go inside to the stalls until they were done. Sadly she said no. Maybe things would've been different?
Anyways, after the concert my ears started ringing. My mom said it was normal and that it would pass. It didn't.
A week of sleepless nights went by and the ringing changed from a loud, constant ringing to a sharper, yet quieter noise. Like the noise of an old TV. In one way it was a good thing because I could finally sleep, but I also started questioning if it would ever go away.
So two months later I told my mother. I couldn't sleep so I ended up walking into the living room, crying, as I told her the ringing hadn't gone away. She said she was sorry, but if I had gotten tinnitus there wasn't much we could do about it. I tried to get her to take me to a doctor, but she didn't want to go. I think it's because she doesn't want someone to confirm what we already know. It won't go away.
(Getting to the end now ~)
Two years passed and I thought I was doing better. That was until I one day started noticing the ringing again. Slowly it took over my life. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't sleep. It was always there. No matter what I did, no matter how much noise was around me. It was always there. After a week or so I broke down. I cried for who knows how long and couldn't take it anymore. I decided I wanted to end things. Before I could do anything my mother knocked on the door and told me to open up. I was crying really loud and I didn't even realize it. She was outside in our garden, I was inside locked inside the bathroom. You really have to be loud for someone to hear you. I cried in her arms and well my dad found out that day.
I've never been the person to talk about my problems. Not until May last year I finally opened up to someone. Over the internet, but still. Slowly I built the courage to tell my best friend. She was the one who helped me find this page.
And well.. now I'm doing better on the tinnitus front. Still wondering if I'll ever actually go see a doctor..WELL, that was my story. Fun, huh? If you read the whole thing you deserve a hug. If anyone wants to talk just send me a message.
- Live
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