I'm a 23 year old musician with T and H. I sing and play guitar. You can read my story here.
Long story short: Got T after standing in the front row of a concert in 2013. This January, after a guitar recording session, I had my second serious T and H spike.
Yesterday, I decided to quit music.
Well, for the most part. Bear with me:
I've wanted to become a musician since I laid my hands on a guitar (was 13 years old). I've always liked to write, so as soon as I learned some chords, writing songs just came naturally to me. As i grew up, so did my ambitions. I took music very seriously in terms of getting as good at it as I possibly could. From 2014 on I also fell in love with producing. My long term goal was to set up a recording studio for producing my and my friends' records, and continuing to write and perform. Music was my identity and biggest dream.
Since this last spike, one thing became crystal clear to me: if I kept performing, rehearsing, etc, even with good hearing protection, there would be no guarantee that my T and H wouldn't get worse over time. I struggled with these thoughts... I didn't know what else to do besides music. I felt like my life was over, and was on the verge of making plans for suicide.
Then I came across this Buzzfeed article about H.
This article is a pretty tough read, and I don't recommend it if you are going through a bad spot. Ironically, when I read it, I was at my absolute worst. Imagining how devastating it could be if I got worse was one thing; seeing it... was soul crushing on a level I can barely describe. It fucking destroyed me. I cried my heart out for hours. Finally, I made my decision: I had to quit pursuing music as my job.
Then something weird dawned on me. As I've said before, I've always liked to write. Music fulfilled my need to express myself artistically... but so did writing. I've always loved stories, and had great fun in writing short fiction stories and poetry. I just never took it seriously since I was so focused on my music.
In a weird way, I felt... relief? I had something something to look forward to. Something to work on, to do again and again while (hopefully) getting better at it. The medium is different, but in many ways it satisfied most of my needs just like music did. And some thoughts I had just changed upside down. I used to think "damn, I'm in the start of my music career and I already have to give it up". Suddenly I realized: yeah, I'm still young... that makes a change of plans much easier. Besides, I still have music. I can still play and record in my homestudio.
This isn't really a success story though. Yes, in many ways I am fortunate. My T isn't much intrusive in my day to day life. My H is much more bothersome, but I can go to most places. But I have to quit performing, attending concerts and going to the movies, thing I greatly enjoyed. And though I realized dreams can change, having to give up something I wanted for so long is very hard.
Right now my biggest fear is getting worse through "normal" sound exposure over time, reaching a state where I can no longer cope with H. How can I know what seems loud due to H and what is actually damaging? Will latching doors, sneezes and bursts of laughter cause damage after small damage?
This is troubling, and hard, and many times I feel like I don't have the strength. But at least, for the first time in two months, I don't feel like giving up.
Long story short: Got T after standing in the front row of a concert in 2013. This January, after a guitar recording session, I had my second serious T and H spike.
Yesterday, I decided to quit music.
Well, for the most part. Bear with me:
I've wanted to become a musician since I laid my hands on a guitar (was 13 years old). I've always liked to write, so as soon as I learned some chords, writing songs just came naturally to me. As i grew up, so did my ambitions. I took music very seriously in terms of getting as good at it as I possibly could. From 2014 on I also fell in love with producing. My long term goal was to set up a recording studio for producing my and my friends' records, and continuing to write and perform. Music was my identity and biggest dream.
Since this last spike, one thing became crystal clear to me: if I kept performing, rehearsing, etc, even with good hearing protection, there would be no guarantee that my T and H wouldn't get worse over time. I struggled with these thoughts... I didn't know what else to do besides music. I felt like my life was over, and was on the verge of making plans for suicide.
Then I came across this Buzzfeed article about H.
This article is a pretty tough read, and I don't recommend it if you are going through a bad spot. Ironically, when I read it, I was at my absolute worst. Imagining how devastating it could be if I got worse was one thing; seeing it... was soul crushing on a level I can barely describe. It fucking destroyed me. I cried my heart out for hours. Finally, I made my decision: I had to quit pursuing music as my job.
Then something weird dawned on me. As I've said before, I've always liked to write. Music fulfilled my need to express myself artistically... but so did writing. I've always loved stories, and had great fun in writing short fiction stories and poetry. I just never took it seriously since I was so focused on my music.
In a weird way, I felt... relief? I had something something to look forward to. Something to work on, to do again and again while (hopefully) getting better at it. The medium is different, but in many ways it satisfied most of my needs just like music did. And some thoughts I had just changed upside down. I used to think "damn, I'm in the start of my music career and I already have to give it up". Suddenly I realized: yeah, I'm still young... that makes a change of plans much easier. Besides, I still have music. I can still play and record in my homestudio.
This isn't really a success story though. Yes, in many ways I am fortunate. My T isn't much intrusive in my day to day life. My H is much more bothersome, but I can go to most places. But I have to quit performing, attending concerts and going to the movies, thing I greatly enjoyed. And though I realized dreams can change, having to give up something I wanted for so long is very hard.
Right now my biggest fear is getting worse through "normal" sound exposure over time, reaching a state where I can no longer cope with H. How can I know what seems loud due to H and what is actually damaging? Will latching doors, sneezes and bursts of laughter cause damage after small damage?
This is troubling, and hard, and many times I feel like I don't have the strength. But at least, for the first time in two months, I don't feel like giving up.