This is my first post, long time lurker here. I can say that hyperacusis alone has single handedly ruined my life.
A little bit of a back story. I am a cancer patient who went through a lot of treatments in the last two years just to live. Little did I know that the devil was waiting for me, waiting for the right moment, when I was the most vulnerable. When I got diagnosed with cancer back in 2019, I told myself, "this too shall pass". It did. I was cancer free but unfortunately I relapsed as soon as the chemo ended. Again I was put on immunotherapy, it wasn't bad, I mean it wasn't good but I had the will to live. I had a good job, I was young, everything was fine. My goal was set on the end line, the day I get off treatments and start going to work and get my regular life back. I was very healthy before cancer and relatively healthy even during the treatments.
In October 2020, I started noticing some weird dizzy spells. I was still on immunotherapy, it was my last cycle so I thought it could be because of that. But I started to feel these weird shocks from loud sounds. The first time I experienced it was truly horrifying, like the earth from beneath me had split in two pieces. Slowly but surely it started happening more and more. I identified the culprit to be sound, I was getting sensitive to sound. I have never been a depressed guy, even through my treatments I was always the one cracking death jokes. Hyperacusis made me utterly depressed, I lost my will to live. I made several visits to ENTs and audiologists but to no avail. They cared about my cancer but now that I am cancer free but suffering, nobody gives a damn! It continued to get worse and got to its full form by December, even my own voice hurts now but it is somewhat stable for the last month or so (it has not gotten worse, fingers crossed) but it is still very severe. I also have some reactive tinnitus but it is a non-issue, hopefully it stays that way. I don't understand how someone can live like this, I try to avoid people, places, most of my days are spent hiding away. Sometimes I get tired and venture out which helps tremendously with the mood but is not so easy on the ears, also I keep reading how you should protect your ears at all costs! I live in NYC so naturally I am surrounded by a lot of noise living in a big city. I have loud neighbors and the screams of their children instantly make me suicidal. I have tried many times to ask them to keep it down but they just don't listen.
I have seen a few people on Tinnitus Talk saying, "hey these things are not nearly as bad as having cancer". Well you are right, they are not, they are far far worse, cancer can't even come close to the level of torture I am in these days. I was young, I had dreams, now I just wish my cancer comes back and kills me, because I am too much of a coward to do it myself! I am going to my home country in a week, I haven't met my parents, extended family, and friends in three years. My parents live in a relatively quiet neighborhood and we have a pretty huge house, nice and quiet. Hopefully change of atmosphere and meeting people I love will help me in some way, I am just dreading the long flight. I really hope I don't collapse from all the noise, I don't know! I don't even know what I am doing anymore in life. For the first time in life I am utterly lost. I am giving this two more months, if it continues to get worse or I see no improvement, there is no point to a life like this!
A little bit of a back story. I am a cancer patient who went through a lot of treatments in the last two years just to live. Little did I know that the devil was waiting for me, waiting for the right moment, when I was the most vulnerable. When I got diagnosed with cancer back in 2019, I told myself, "this too shall pass". It did. I was cancer free but unfortunately I relapsed as soon as the chemo ended. Again I was put on immunotherapy, it wasn't bad, I mean it wasn't good but I had the will to live. I had a good job, I was young, everything was fine. My goal was set on the end line, the day I get off treatments and start going to work and get my regular life back. I was very healthy before cancer and relatively healthy even during the treatments.
In October 2020, I started noticing some weird dizzy spells. I was still on immunotherapy, it was my last cycle so I thought it could be because of that. But I started to feel these weird shocks from loud sounds. The first time I experienced it was truly horrifying, like the earth from beneath me had split in two pieces. Slowly but surely it started happening more and more. I identified the culprit to be sound, I was getting sensitive to sound. I have never been a depressed guy, even through my treatments I was always the one cracking death jokes. Hyperacusis made me utterly depressed, I lost my will to live. I made several visits to ENTs and audiologists but to no avail. They cared about my cancer but now that I am cancer free but suffering, nobody gives a damn! It continued to get worse and got to its full form by December, even my own voice hurts now but it is somewhat stable for the last month or so (it has not gotten worse, fingers crossed) but it is still very severe. I also have some reactive tinnitus but it is a non-issue, hopefully it stays that way. I don't understand how someone can live like this, I try to avoid people, places, most of my days are spent hiding away. Sometimes I get tired and venture out which helps tremendously with the mood but is not so easy on the ears, also I keep reading how you should protect your ears at all costs! I live in NYC so naturally I am surrounded by a lot of noise living in a big city. I have loud neighbors and the screams of their children instantly make me suicidal. I have tried many times to ask them to keep it down but they just don't listen.
I have seen a few people on Tinnitus Talk saying, "hey these things are not nearly as bad as having cancer". Well you are right, they are not, they are far far worse, cancer can't even come close to the level of torture I am in these days. I was young, I had dreams, now I just wish my cancer comes back and kills me, because I am too much of a coward to do it myself! I am going to my home country in a week, I haven't met my parents, extended family, and friends in three years. My parents live in a relatively quiet neighborhood and we have a pretty huge house, nice and quiet. Hopefully change of atmosphere and meeting people I love will help me in some way, I am just dreading the long flight. I really hope I don't collapse from all the noise, I don't know! I don't even know what I am doing anymore in life. For the first time in life I am utterly lost. I am giving this two more months, if it continues to get worse or I see no improvement, there is no point to a life like this!