Hi there.
I've been peeking around in here for some time, whenever I wanted some comfort because my tinnitus was loud as hell. However I've never registered to this lovely page until now, because well. I didn't want to, but I think it's my time to share my story now.
I'm 21 years old and I've had tinnitus for about three years or so. Probably because I've gone to way too many loud rock concerts without protecting my ears, but it's just a guess since I haven't actually seen a ENT specialist, because I never really saw the point in going when they couldn't do anything about it anyway. However, thinking about it, I probably should go to see an ENT specialist just to confirm that it really is my teenage stupidity that is the cause of my tinnitus.
But well. I habituated really quickly. Probably because it was barely audible. I would only hear it when I was in a quiet room, which was easily solved by listening to music and it wasn't loud enough to bother me when I was sleeping. So yeah. It didn't really bother me that much. Until three months ago where it spiked and got really bad. It changed sound to a really high-pitched hiss and I could hear it over everything. Music, tv series, traffic, my lecturer, nature you name it. The only place I could get some sort of relief was in the shower where I couldn't hear it. It would keep me awake for hours and it would wake me up during my sleep. Already suffering from depression, anxiety and ADD, you can imagine that I was devastated. I was completely paranoid that it would get worse and because of that afraid to go anywhere near places if there was just the slightest chance of getting exposed to loud music or loud crowds. It was even more impossible for me to concentrate on anything than it was before my tinnitus spiked, that being reading or keeping track of a conversation. I would obsess over the sound every two minutes to check if it was getting louder.
I honestly thought my life was over. That I would never be able to go to concerts again. That I would never be able to finish my bachelor in psychology, which I've worked so hard for getting admitted to in the first place. That I would never be able to concentrate on writing spoken word poems again. For quite a long time I was convinced that suicide was the only way out even though I knew it would hurt my friends and my family, but I just didn't think that I would be able to live with my tinnitus being that loud.
However. Here I am. Happy and well. Or you know. As happy and well as you can be when you suffer from depression. My spike has subsided a bit. I'm not back to baseline but it's tolerable now. Or at least it doesn't bother me as much as it used to, because I've habituated I guess. I went to a Rise Against concert the other day (protecting my ears with earplugs of course). I passed my exam and is now one step closer to my dream of becoming a psychologist and I wrote a spoken word poem, well two actually, and competed in a poetry slam competition. So in short my life is back to normal and I'm enjoying every little piece of it. Or you know. I still have bad days. I still have days where I think I'll never be able to make it to 30. I still have days where my tinnitus keeps me awake at night and I still have days where I'm crying my eyes out because I miss the silence, but they get fewer and fewer.
Do I think my tinnitus will go back to baseline again? Well maybe, but I'm not even sure it matters anymore, because I do think that I will be able to habituate fully to this new loudness of my tinnitus some day even if it doesn't go back to baseline. Do I think I will ever hear silence again? Nope. Not naturally anyway, but I stick to the hope that I will live long enough to see scientists crack the code as to what the many causes of tinnitus are and how to treat them, which keeps me going on the bad days, but well. All this is just to say that if you're suffering from a tinnitus spike or suffering from tinnitus for the first time in your life. Please don't give up because it will get better. Maybe not now, maybe not in a month but give it time. You will learn how to cope with your tinnitus some day!
And last but not least, I'm sorry if there are some weird grammatical errors in my post. English is my second language so my English might not always be perfect
I've been peeking around in here for some time, whenever I wanted some comfort because my tinnitus was loud as hell. However I've never registered to this lovely page until now, because well. I didn't want to, but I think it's my time to share my story now.
I'm 21 years old and I've had tinnitus for about three years or so. Probably because I've gone to way too many loud rock concerts without protecting my ears, but it's just a guess since I haven't actually seen a ENT specialist, because I never really saw the point in going when they couldn't do anything about it anyway. However, thinking about it, I probably should go to see an ENT specialist just to confirm that it really is my teenage stupidity that is the cause of my tinnitus.
But well. I habituated really quickly. Probably because it was barely audible. I would only hear it when I was in a quiet room, which was easily solved by listening to music and it wasn't loud enough to bother me when I was sleeping. So yeah. It didn't really bother me that much. Until three months ago where it spiked and got really bad. It changed sound to a really high-pitched hiss and I could hear it over everything. Music, tv series, traffic, my lecturer, nature you name it. The only place I could get some sort of relief was in the shower where I couldn't hear it. It would keep me awake for hours and it would wake me up during my sleep. Already suffering from depression, anxiety and ADD, you can imagine that I was devastated. I was completely paranoid that it would get worse and because of that afraid to go anywhere near places if there was just the slightest chance of getting exposed to loud music or loud crowds. It was even more impossible for me to concentrate on anything than it was before my tinnitus spiked, that being reading or keeping track of a conversation. I would obsess over the sound every two minutes to check if it was getting louder.
I honestly thought my life was over. That I would never be able to go to concerts again. That I would never be able to finish my bachelor in psychology, which I've worked so hard for getting admitted to in the first place. That I would never be able to concentrate on writing spoken word poems again. For quite a long time I was convinced that suicide was the only way out even though I knew it would hurt my friends and my family, but I just didn't think that I would be able to live with my tinnitus being that loud.
However. Here I am. Happy and well. Or you know. As happy and well as you can be when you suffer from depression. My spike has subsided a bit. I'm not back to baseline but it's tolerable now. Or at least it doesn't bother me as much as it used to, because I've habituated I guess. I went to a Rise Against concert the other day (protecting my ears with earplugs of course). I passed my exam and is now one step closer to my dream of becoming a psychologist and I wrote a spoken word poem, well two actually, and competed in a poetry slam competition. So in short my life is back to normal and I'm enjoying every little piece of it. Or you know. I still have bad days. I still have days where I think I'll never be able to make it to 30. I still have days where my tinnitus keeps me awake at night and I still have days where I'm crying my eyes out because I miss the silence, but they get fewer and fewer.
Do I think my tinnitus will go back to baseline again? Well maybe, but I'm not even sure it matters anymore, because I do think that I will be able to habituate fully to this new loudness of my tinnitus some day even if it doesn't go back to baseline. Do I think I will ever hear silence again? Nope. Not naturally anyway, but I stick to the hope that I will live long enough to see scientists crack the code as to what the many causes of tinnitus are and how to treat them, which keeps me going on the bad days, but well. All this is just to say that if you're suffering from a tinnitus spike or suffering from tinnitus for the first time in your life. Please don't give up because it will get better. Maybe not now, maybe not in a month but give it time. You will learn how to cope with your tinnitus some day!
And last but not least, I'm sorry if there are some weird grammatical errors in my post. English is my second language so my English might not always be perfect
