With the exception of illnesses, such as Ménières and many more, I think it's a case of 'once you've heard it, you simply can't unhear it'.
It sounds ridiculous and I know some of you will be reading this thinking I am talking rubbish but think back to when it first began. The more you focused on it, the louder it became. Think back to those early days when you first realised there was a noise.... then the anxiety sets in and when the doctors tell you "there's nothing that can be done about this", all hell breaks loose and we leave with even louder ringing.
I am sitting in my livingroom right now typing this with no background noise. I have been advised against this because it's not good to have no noise in the background. But, I want to get used to it - no point in masking it over, it's there. I can hear my T right now, hissing, ringing, electrical noises, fax machines. It is annoying and sometimes it makes me feel so bad that I can't think of anything else. But I did this myself, my own mind is driving this pain in the arse forward and the one thing I did was HEAR IT!
I remember when I got this.... a year ago today, to be precise. I heard a slight whistle. I fixated on it and BANG, it got worse. The following months were hell and I wanted to end my life. I was terrified I'd go crazy and it still scares me. I feel like I have no control over it and it does what it wants to do but, if I heard it and it's been perpetuated by my own mind - then surely our minds are powerful enough to stop it?
I don't have the answers but I do know this was caused because I heard it. And I know this because many years ago (2008) I heard a whistling in my right ear and went to the doctors about it. She said "oh don't worry, it will go, it's nothing to worry about". So, I left and I went home and guess what - I forgot all about it and I didn't remember it or let it resurface until March 2016. So, this tells me something in my brain went awry.
I want you to think about when your t started, what was happening at that time and why it got worse. Mine was stress, loss of my mother and a job and a relationship breakdown. It was a horrid 18 months and frankly, I am not surprised I have tinnitus. If some cases are caused by the nervous system, this makes total sense.
Of course I know it can be caused by loud noise, such as those going to clubs and working in industry whereby it's loud but I have read 100s of posts on here from people, like me, who have not been exposed to such and they all share the same common denominator - STRESS/ANXIETY. There has to be something in this and I wonder if hearing T makes us fixate and it carries on.
Have you heard painted your room or wall papered and a bit goes on the ceiling and you think, "I'll fix that bit another time" or the wall paper isn't quite right. It sticks out like a sore thumb and your eye is constantly traced back to it, seeing it, knowing it's there. I believe T is a similar thing.
I might be so far off the mark but I had this in 2008 and now it's worse but the only difference being, I didn't give a shit back then because I was told it would go and this time I was told it was not curable and to 'live with it' so I panicked.
It sounds ridiculous and I know some of you will be reading this thinking I am talking rubbish but think back to when it first began. The more you focused on it, the louder it became. Think back to those early days when you first realised there was a noise.... then the anxiety sets in and when the doctors tell you "there's nothing that can be done about this", all hell breaks loose and we leave with even louder ringing.
I am sitting in my livingroom right now typing this with no background noise. I have been advised against this because it's not good to have no noise in the background. But, I want to get used to it - no point in masking it over, it's there. I can hear my T right now, hissing, ringing, electrical noises, fax machines. It is annoying and sometimes it makes me feel so bad that I can't think of anything else. But I did this myself, my own mind is driving this pain in the arse forward and the one thing I did was HEAR IT!
I remember when I got this.... a year ago today, to be precise. I heard a slight whistle. I fixated on it and BANG, it got worse. The following months were hell and I wanted to end my life. I was terrified I'd go crazy and it still scares me. I feel like I have no control over it and it does what it wants to do but, if I heard it and it's been perpetuated by my own mind - then surely our minds are powerful enough to stop it?
I don't have the answers but I do know this was caused because I heard it. And I know this because many years ago (2008) I heard a whistling in my right ear and went to the doctors about it. She said "oh don't worry, it will go, it's nothing to worry about". So, I left and I went home and guess what - I forgot all about it and I didn't remember it or let it resurface until March 2016. So, this tells me something in my brain went awry.
I want you to think about when your t started, what was happening at that time and why it got worse. Mine was stress, loss of my mother and a job and a relationship breakdown. It was a horrid 18 months and frankly, I am not surprised I have tinnitus. If some cases are caused by the nervous system, this makes total sense.
Of course I know it can be caused by loud noise, such as those going to clubs and working in industry whereby it's loud but I have read 100s of posts on here from people, like me, who have not been exposed to such and they all share the same common denominator - STRESS/ANXIETY. There has to be something in this and I wonder if hearing T makes us fixate and it carries on.
Have you heard painted your room or wall papered and a bit goes on the ceiling and you think, "I'll fix that bit another time" or the wall paper isn't quite right. It sticks out like a sore thumb and your eye is constantly traced back to it, seeing it, knowing it's there. I believe T is a similar thing.
I might be so far off the mark but I had this in 2008 and now it's worse but the only difference being, I didn't give a shit back then because I was told it would go and this time I was told it was not curable and to 'live with it' so I panicked.