So I have had tinnitus my whole life, as a little kid I just thought that's the way the world sounded. I would make comments to my parents about the pitches changing, or about the pressure in my ears would suddenly get very intense and then my hearing get muffled. These didn't concern my parents too much; my grandmother had tinnitus, every time I went to her place she was blaring Judge Judy or NCIS to drown it out because she said it made her "crazy." We figured it was genetic, we moved on.
We started to get worried when I was 13. The pain and extreme ringing resulting from acoustic traumas like hunting trips and slamming lockers was getting worse and lasting longer. I went to see an ENT and he informed me since there was no probable cause it must be genetic, and to get over it. I believed him and I tried.
Fast forward and now I'm 18. I'm wearing $200 custom made earplugs as I type this because the clicking of the keys is too loud, it hurts. Not just an "ow, ok that's uncomfortable and I wish it would stop" but and actual world shaking pain that is destroying my life. I have days that the pain is so bad I'm rendered completely mute because my own voice is too loud to handle. They're becoming more frequent and they're lasting longer. My tinnitus is so loud that's all I can ever hear and I'll go all day never hearing anything else besides the blasted ringing and sirens and whooshing and my heartbeat. I have to stop now because how do you describe a lifetime torn between the pain of noise and the insanity of quiet?
So, to my title. I love the movie A Quiet Place. If you've never seen it, it's about a family trying to survive in the apocalyptic world overtaken by monsters that hunt purely by sound. The characters must survive in silence. I find it very ironic I only now thought of the connection when seeing the movie today. I am living in this movie. There is a monster out there and it hunts by sound. And I don't know if its name is hyperacusis or migraines or whatever else my doctors can't think of. I can't help but bitterly laugh thinking about scenes of the characters tip toeing around, carefully picking up and putting things down, and moving in slow motion. That is my life. A wooden rod leaned against a wall fell onto a hardwood floor in a silent kitchen and I curled into a ball and sobbed. A dog started barking in the early morning when I forgot to put in my ear plugs before leaving my room and I ran back as quick and silently as I could. I do dishes and take hours longer than anyone every should because every plate must be slid silently into place.
Oh but only if it was only sound. Except my monster finds me in silence too. I woke up this morning and started thinking about what I'd make for breakfast when a sharp, stabbing pain bore a hole straight through my right ear drum. I've never found a doctor that could explain these pain attacks to me. This current one is lasting hours. Sometimes it's only for a moment, sometimes a few minutes, and - a few times in my life - a couple weeks.
This is my first post and honestly, I really don't even know why I'm on here. I don't even know if I'm interested in reading other people's posts though I mainly suspect it's because reading less extreme cases makes me jealous and I hate that. Maybe just silently screaming my plight into the void will somehow take a load off my shoulders. Or maybe one person out there will unknowingly relate to me and that makes it bearable. Here's to hoping.
-Tavia
We started to get worried when I was 13. The pain and extreme ringing resulting from acoustic traumas like hunting trips and slamming lockers was getting worse and lasting longer. I went to see an ENT and he informed me since there was no probable cause it must be genetic, and to get over it. I believed him and I tried.
Fast forward and now I'm 18. I'm wearing $200 custom made earplugs as I type this because the clicking of the keys is too loud, it hurts. Not just an "ow, ok that's uncomfortable and I wish it would stop" but and actual world shaking pain that is destroying my life. I have days that the pain is so bad I'm rendered completely mute because my own voice is too loud to handle. They're becoming more frequent and they're lasting longer. My tinnitus is so loud that's all I can ever hear and I'll go all day never hearing anything else besides the blasted ringing and sirens and whooshing and my heartbeat. I have to stop now because how do you describe a lifetime torn between the pain of noise and the insanity of quiet?
So, to my title. I love the movie A Quiet Place. If you've never seen it, it's about a family trying to survive in the apocalyptic world overtaken by monsters that hunt purely by sound. The characters must survive in silence. I find it very ironic I only now thought of the connection when seeing the movie today. I am living in this movie. There is a monster out there and it hunts by sound. And I don't know if its name is hyperacusis or migraines or whatever else my doctors can't think of. I can't help but bitterly laugh thinking about scenes of the characters tip toeing around, carefully picking up and putting things down, and moving in slow motion. That is my life. A wooden rod leaned against a wall fell onto a hardwood floor in a silent kitchen and I curled into a ball and sobbed. A dog started barking in the early morning when I forgot to put in my ear plugs before leaving my room and I ran back as quick and silently as I could. I do dishes and take hours longer than anyone every should because every plate must be slid silently into place.
Oh but only if it was only sound. Except my monster finds me in silence too. I woke up this morning and started thinking about what I'd make for breakfast when a sharp, stabbing pain bore a hole straight through my right ear drum. I've never found a doctor that could explain these pain attacks to me. This current one is lasting hours. Sometimes it's only for a moment, sometimes a few minutes, and - a few times in my life - a couple weeks.
This is my first post and honestly, I really don't even know why I'm on here. I don't even know if I'm interested in reading other people's posts though I mainly suspect it's because reading less extreme cases makes me jealous and I hate that. Maybe just silently screaming my plight into the void will somehow take a load off my shoulders. Or maybe one person out there will unknowingly relate to me and that makes it bearable. Here's to hoping.
-Tavia