I got tinnitus and hyperacusis because I made the mistake of working as a caregiver for an elderly woman who was nearly deaf in both ears. She shouted constantly, even when she was right next to me. I kept begging her to stop, but she was too deaf to hear me, so I quit asking her to lower her voice and I just learned to tolerate the noise, not realizing that she was slowly causing damage to my hearing.
Can you guess what she said to me on the fateful day I tried explaining to her I could no longer work for her because of the damage done to my ears?
She had the gall to tell me that she'd had chronic diarrhea ever since the last time she had seen me. I was speechless at how self-centered she was. She had destroyed my health by shouting into my ears at close range, and instead of expressing some kind of polite concern for my health, she was trying in a not-so-subtle way to make
me feel guilty for "abandoning"
her.
@Forever hopeful, I have a story for you that is similar to the anecdote your ENT shared with you.
When I was still working for that emotionally manipulative woman who was nearly deaf, she had me drive her to a dental appointment that was thirty minutes away. During the car ride, her hearing aid started shrieking like a banshee, but she was unable to hear it. I asked her repeatedly to either turn the hearing aid off or remove the battery, but she couldn't hear me, so I gritted my teeth and kept on driving. By the time we got to the dentist's office, my ears were burning, and I had laryngitis and a headache from shouting at her.
In the waiting room of the dentist's office, her hearing aid was still shrieking loudly, and everyone kept giving us dirty looks because they knew the sound was coming from our general direction. I was too exhausted to say anything, so I just sat there feeling drained, certain that the dentist and the dental hygienist would say something to her so that I wouldn't have to.
When it was her turn to be seen by the dentist, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Finally, I could get some peace and quiet.
Or so I thought. As it turns out, her hearing aid was so loud that I could still hear it from the waiting room. Ugh.
An hour later, when she came out to waiting room again, her hearing aid was still screaming loudly. WTF? Why hadn't the dentist and dental hygienist put a stop to this?
In the parking lot, I refused to get into the car with her. I shouted, louder than I ever had in my entire life, that her hearing aid had been making a noise for nearly two solid hours and I would not get into the car with her until she turned it off. I was mortified because this dental practice was in the middle of a suburban strip mall and I was sure that anyone within earshot would think I was committing elderly abuse.
She still couldn't hear me, so I shouted again and again and again. Now I was starting to get a little scared because I was really making a scene and I was afraid that somebody in the parking lot of the strip mall would call the police on me.
Eventually, I was able to shout loud enough for her to understand that her hearing aid was making a loud noise, and instead of taking me seriously, she laughed in my face. She said that the dentist and the hygienist had both heard a high-pitched buzzing sound and they couldn't figure out what it was, so they turned all of their equipment off-- the drill, the X-ray machine, the dental cleaning tools, and the tube that sucks saliva out of patients' mouths. They never did figure out which piece of equipment was causing the sound, so they gave up investigating the source of the sound and went straight to work on her teeth, never realizing that the noise was coming from her hearing aid.
I made her turn the hearing aid off, and on the ride back to her house, I asked her not to speak to me because my ears were on fire and my throat hurt. With reluctance, she complied with my wishes, but it was obvious that she still didn't care about how much pain I was in. It was all a hilarious joke to her, and she couldn't understand why I didn't think it was funny.
To this day, she still doesn't care about the damage to my ears. As far as she's concerned, the real tragedy of our working relationship is the diarrhea that she suffered from the stress of losing me as her caregiver.