I've had tinnitus for over 25 years at a moderate level, but 3 years ago it ramped up to unbearable.
I saw several audiologists, all of whom were very supportive, lovely people, wishing me all the best, telling me not to fret too much, that it would get better, would quiet down, would be less intrusive, my brain would stop following the sound...etc....
I read numerous books, articles, watched YouTube, got involved with anything and everything that seemed relevant.
Guess what - they were all wrong.
It all turned out to be "cobblers" as I very much suspected it would.
Early on in my search I read one sentence from a treatment councillor that really troubled me, really upset me, because it relegated all possibility of a cure, to the waste paper bin:
"The best advice I can give you is
'Learn to live your life the very best way you can....' "
I read it and re-read it, time and again.
I hated that sentence....it read like a SENTENCE....a life sentence!
But I've come to accept:
There is no cure.
Take it on board.
Stop searching.
Ironically, the moment you actually accept this truth, you will start feeling some relief from it.
Don't ask me how that works....but it does.
Slight deviation coming up.
My childhood was desperate:
Lonely, isolated, despairing, deep depression,
mentally sick mother etc....
Some years of psychotherapy, which helped,
a search for God, which didn't.
Then Tinnitus!
What a lovely life !!!!!
But I learnt one crucial lesson.
Always confront Reality!
Always confront Reality!
Reality is all we have.
"There is no mum
No mother's love
There is no god
No heaven above
There is no quiet
Only HISS...........
You wonder why I take the piss."
I saw several audiologists, all of whom were very supportive, lovely people, wishing me all the best, telling me not to fret too much, that it would get better, would quiet down, would be less intrusive, my brain would stop following the sound...etc....
I read numerous books, articles, watched YouTube, got involved with anything and everything that seemed relevant.
Guess what - they were all wrong.
It all turned out to be "cobblers" as I very much suspected it would.
Early on in my search I read one sentence from a treatment councillor that really troubled me, really upset me, because it relegated all possibility of a cure, to the waste paper bin:
"The best advice I can give you is
'Learn to live your life the very best way you can....' "
I read it and re-read it, time and again.
I hated that sentence....it read like a SENTENCE....a life sentence!
But I've come to accept:
There is no cure.
Take it on board.
Stop searching.
Ironically, the moment you actually accept this truth, you will start feeling some relief from it.
Don't ask me how that works....but it does.
Slight deviation coming up.
My childhood was desperate:
Lonely, isolated, despairing, deep depression,
mentally sick mother etc....
Some years of psychotherapy, which helped,
a search for God, which didn't.
Then Tinnitus!
What a lovely life !!!!!
But I learnt one crucial lesson.
Always confront Reality!
Always confront Reality!
Reality is all we have.
"There is no mum
No mother's love
There is no god
No heaven above
There is no quiet
Only HISS...........
You wonder why I take the piss."