- Feb 25, 2013
- 102
- Tinnitus Since
- 12.2012
- Cause of Tinnitus
- * Ear infection * 20 years later huge sound increase due to stress
My name is Ozgur. I'm 40 years old mechanical engineer and I live in Istanbul / Turkey.
Background
About 20 years ago, I went to a country side. It was a windy day. I still remember that cold wind. And that wind was blowing right to my ear. One day later, I noticed a fullness and murmur in my left ear. Problem did not pass, so I went to the doctor. The doctor told me that I had a middle ear infection and prescribed me some antibiotics. Few weeks later my infection went away. But a faint volume of tinnitus started. I was not hearing that during day time, but I was sometimes hearing it at bed, before sleeping. However, it was so faint that I was rarely noticing it.
The Tinnitus
But on December 2012, I got stressed for some stupid reason. My stress had continued about 15 days. Then boom! Suddenly, I think due to that stress, my once-barely-noticeable tinnitus increased incredibly ! I was shocked. The tinnitus was so high that it was constantly bothering me during day and night. I could not sleep, I could not think.
To find relief, I went to 4 ENT doctors, 2 neurosurgeons, 1 neurologist and 3 dentists.But none of them could help me. My hearing test results were well. And no one could find out why I had tinnitus. One doctor claimed that it is was due to stress, which I had shortly before the onset of tinnitus.
My poor mind was desperately trying to find a solution, but it could not solve the problem.
I was sad, sad, sad.
I was feeling jealous when I was seeing healthy and happy people who were tinnitus-free. Another problem was that, with the exception of my family and few people, no one seemed to understand what I was going through.
I thought that as a person who had read lots of self-help books and got many training, I could handle this difficult situation with my knowledge. But I just could not do that. Like as a good swimmer, who falls into the freezing sea and forgets how to swim due to shock, I could not overcome the situation. I was desperate.
I was constantly asking that the same questions to myself: "Why me? What I have done to deserve this?"
Then self-pitying started. I could not help pitying myself. And that makes all the things worse.
I took a leave of absence from work and began to rest at home.
Sometimes I was rubbing my hands tightly with desperation while I was listening that relentless sound in my left ear. I asked to myself: "Am I getting mad?" I feared that tinnitus would make me crazy.
I lost my appetite and I began to lose weight. I was not the smiling person I always have been. Tinnitus was killing me. It was not only killing me, but it was eating me alive. Depression started. (It was the first time I've had depression in my whole life.)
Sleeping was a major problem. My mind's reaction to the tinnitus soundwas terrible! And huge problem was that I could not completely mask the tinnitus with listening music with ear pods! Because I was hearing tinnitus THROUGH music! I remember how I got panicked when I first noticed that. It was as if my tinnitus was at "another layer"; therefore music just could not mask it completely. It was as if trying to clean the window inside; but in fact window was stained outside. To fall asleep I began to use listen music but when I was keeping the music level low, I was hearing that hissing sound through songs and when I kept music volume high, it was masking the tinnitus sound, but this time the music was so high that it was impossible to fall asleep. Oh my God! I could not sleep for many many nights. As another tinnitus sufferer put it once: "The bed was a battlefield". I could not even look at my bed during the day, because I had contributed so much pain with it.
One day, after another sleepless night, I went out to change my mood. It was around 2 o'clock in the morning. Luckily I found a café which was open 24 hours and drank something.
I could not go back home because I could not sleep there. So I decided to sleep in the car.
I was a cold February night. I left the engine running and opened the heater. I lied at the back of the car. I opened some music to mask the tinnitus and I tried to sleep. Soon a patrolling police car stopped next my car. The officer came to see what I was doing in the middle of the night in the back of the car. He briefly looked at me and then he continued. I could not sleep there, but I rested for a while.
And at many nights, with tired eyes, I was watching the sleeping city through my window. I felt lonely. I'm a person, who cries very rarely; but I remember one day, in the middle of the night I got down on my knees, opened my hands to the sky and cried. I begged to God to stop this terrible sound in my head. But the relentless tinnitus continued without stopping..
The situation was exactly like as the one, as famous Turkish poet once wrote:
A ringing starts in your ears, maddening
Neither the bed sheet understands, nor the pillow...
The only times where I was completely tinnitus free was the shower. I took long showers. I was so happy there, because even my tinnitus was high I was not hearing anything there. Sound of water. The hitting of water droplets was creating a sound which was having all the frequencies and thus creating "white noise." It was my tinnitus-free haven. It was like a self-harbor for a ship after a long stormy night.
The thought that I will suffer from tinnitus in my whole life, was killing me. I thought I cannot go on. Once, I even thought about committing suicide to end my pain. The sound was so high and I was so desperate.
I felt that I was completely separated from the world. I felt as if I was in another planet!
It was as if I began a life of my own my little planet. When I was going out, I was watching people on the streets, but I felt that I was actually not one of them. It was such a weird feeling.
I knew that all was due to that terrible depression.
Looking back to those horrible days, I can say, without a doubt, that they were the worst days of my entire life.
I was so sad that I could not even watch TV or surf on the net. I stopped seeing my friends. Dating was the last thing I thing in my life. I was basically living at the "survival mode".
Nothing was good, nothing was beautiful, nothing was giving pleasure.
I had always been a person who loved to live alone, but due to depression that was impossible. At the age of 40, I began to stay with my parents, because the loneliness I felt was just unbearable to cope with. I felt much better when I stayed with them.
I was so desperate that one day, I went to my grandfather's graveyard, expecting that his spirit could help me. In my mind I tried to talk with his spirit and requested him to help me.
I imagined that he was blowing to my ear with his breath to heal me. He was whispering to my ear "don't worry, tinnitus will go away".
One day, when my sister visited me, she also brought my niece who was 3 years old. When she was next to me my mother mentioned my ear problem to my niece. And my little sweet niece, hearing that, suddenly got sad and touched my left ear with her little hand, as if trying to heal it. Tinnitus did not stop, of course, but she was so cute when she was doing that, I felt really good!
During my depression I could only read one book. I was Plato's "Phaedo". In English, it is also known as "On the Soul". It was written about 2400 years ago. In the dialogue, Socrates discusses the nature of the afterlife on his last day before being executed by drinking poisonous hemlock. Socrates explores various arguments for the soul's immortality. I'm not a religious person. But in those desperate days when I was thinking that tinnitus will be with me rest of my life, this greatest philosopher's views about "immortality of the soul" somehow eased my mind. It seems that my suffering mind finally has found a way to get rid of the tinnitus. Afterlife! A consolation! My tinnitus was so loud that every idea was welcomed by my poor mind! Thank you O Socrates! Even after thousands of years later you could help me.
Mental relief
Days passed. Finally the mental relief came from a psychiatrist. Two drugs he prescribed saved my life: Lustral and Remeron. . I began to overcame the depression soon after I started them. Remeron made me sleep, too. And I had relief when I was sleeping, because I was not hearing anything at all.
Shakespeare knew the best:
And by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
Remeron was making me sleep, but there was only one side effect! My appetite developed and I gained weight (about 8 pounds)
During my recovery from the depression, I received enormous amount of support from my parents, my grandmother and my sister. They helped me so much.
Sound-rich environment
I knew that for relief, another key was "masking". So I tried to create a sound-rich environment as much as possible. I bought a 5+1 sound system at home. It helped me to partially mask the tinnitus sound while watching movies.
One the other hand, an iPhone app called "Sleep Bug" helped me incredibly. (As I said before, when I tried to sleep, music had not help me because I was hearing tinnitus through music.) In that app, there was a "cricket and fireplace" sound, which I found relief when I listened it. Oh crickets, those little creatures; oh their beautiful, blessing sound. That sound helped me so much. While I was listening cricket sound, I could not hear the tinnitus, as two sounds were mixing together. That eased my mind and helped me to fall asleep at night.
And Music... During daylight I was listening music with my ear pods. I found that the sounds of violin and saxophone seems best to mask my tinnitus. Their music was simply cutting the sound. Then I began to listen music from the greatest singers like Sarah Brightman, Enya, Andrea Bocelli. I found out that listening music from beautiful voices were one of the best antitodes to the T. The music was not only masking the tinnitus, but also calming my upset mind.
I also begin to listen more music in two beautiful languages: French and Italian. French has an incredibly "classy" sound and Italian is so "aesthetic" and "melodic". Here, more antidotes to tinnitus!
Black Cat
During my recovery days we became friends with a cat. Yes a big black cat. Upset with tinnitus in my ears, I was walking at the car parking lot under the basement of my apartment. Next to my car, I noticed a fur-scarf on top of the hood of a car. I thought that a woman dropped it there accidentally. I extended my hand to pick it up, but with a big surprise I noticed that the scarf moved! Only afterwards, I realized that in fact it was a big cat with beautiful green eyes. Despite my move she did not run away. After this event I became friends with her and I petted and feed her every time I saw her.
And I noticed one most important fact: My negative thoughts about my tinnitus, but not the tinnitus itself, was making me feel depressed. So the key was my controlling my thoughts.
Within few days, my mind began to adapt to the tinnitus and mentally I felt better. I moved back to my house. I finally managed to back to work after 24 working days.
Present day
My tinnitus is at same level now. It is still high, but I'm not depressed anymore.
As my tinnitus is high, I have to listen music while working in the office.And at home I use tinnitus masking iPhone apps such as "White Noise", "Sleep Bug" and "iSuppress" which give me much relief. When I'm outside at crowded streets I generally don't hear my T. And while I drive, I always listen music.
What I learned
As the saying goes, "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Yes, I'm much STRONGER and WISER now. I've been through that horrible depression. Now I know better what pain, depression and sadness means. I'm now more willing to help others who has any kind of trouble.
I know what it feels to be in agony. Among my friends, I have been always known to be person who is caring and who has very high empathy. But after the tinnitus and depression, I'm now more caring than ever, especially when it comes to people's problems. .
I'm a single man. But I want to marry one day. I know that, if my wife has a poor health or has any psychological problem, I would support her more than I support before I had tinnitus.
I know that in the future, I will be a good husband and a father.
And now I focus on beautiful things in life and try to feel positive. Tinnitus continues, but I feel good now.
I know that one day there will be a cure. And this thought - this beautiful hope - makes me feel much better.
Thank you crickets, thank you green-eyed black cat, thank you O Socrates, thank you my family,
and thank you "hope"...
Background
About 20 years ago, I went to a country side. It was a windy day. I still remember that cold wind. And that wind was blowing right to my ear. One day later, I noticed a fullness and murmur in my left ear. Problem did not pass, so I went to the doctor. The doctor told me that I had a middle ear infection and prescribed me some antibiotics. Few weeks later my infection went away. But a faint volume of tinnitus started. I was not hearing that during day time, but I was sometimes hearing it at bed, before sleeping. However, it was so faint that I was rarely noticing it.
The Tinnitus
But on December 2012, I got stressed for some stupid reason. My stress had continued about 15 days. Then boom! Suddenly, I think due to that stress, my once-barely-noticeable tinnitus increased incredibly ! I was shocked. The tinnitus was so high that it was constantly bothering me during day and night. I could not sleep, I could not think.
To find relief, I went to 4 ENT doctors, 2 neurosurgeons, 1 neurologist and 3 dentists.But none of them could help me. My hearing test results were well. And no one could find out why I had tinnitus. One doctor claimed that it is was due to stress, which I had shortly before the onset of tinnitus.
My poor mind was desperately trying to find a solution, but it could not solve the problem.
I was sad, sad, sad.
I was feeling jealous when I was seeing healthy and happy people who were tinnitus-free. Another problem was that, with the exception of my family and few people, no one seemed to understand what I was going through.
I thought that as a person who had read lots of self-help books and got many training, I could handle this difficult situation with my knowledge. But I just could not do that. Like as a good swimmer, who falls into the freezing sea and forgets how to swim due to shock, I could not overcome the situation. I was desperate.
I was constantly asking that the same questions to myself: "Why me? What I have done to deserve this?"
Then self-pitying started. I could not help pitying myself. And that makes all the things worse.
I took a leave of absence from work and began to rest at home.
Sometimes I was rubbing my hands tightly with desperation while I was listening that relentless sound in my left ear. I asked to myself: "Am I getting mad?" I feared that tinnitus would make me crazy.
I lost my appetite and I began to lose weight. I was not the smiling person I always have been. Tinnitus was killing me. It was not only killing me, but it was eating me alive. Depression started. (It was the first time I've had depression in my whole life.)
Sleeping was a major problem. My mind's reaction to the tinnitus soundwas terrible! And huge problem was that I could not completely mask the tinnitus with listening music with ear pods! Because I was hearing tinnitus THROUGH music! I remember how I got panicked when I first noticed that. It was as if my tinnitus was at "another layer"; therefore music just could not mask it completely. It was as if trying to clean the window inside; but in fact window was stained outside. To fall asleep I began to use listen music but when I was keeping the music level low, I was hearing that hissing sound through songs and when I kept music volume high, it was masking the tinnitus sound, but this time the music was so high that it was impossible to fall asleep. Oh my God! I could not sleep for many many nights. As another tinnitus sufferer put it once: "The bed was a battlefield". I could not even look at my bed during the day, because I had contributed so much pain with it.
One day, after another sleepless night, I went out to change my mood. It was around 2 o'clock in the morning. Luckily I found a café which was open 24 hours and drank something.
I could not go back home because I could not sleep there. So I decided to sleep in the car.
I was a cold February night. I left the engine running and opened the heater. I lied at the back of the car. I opened some music to mask the tinnitus and I tried to sleep. Soon a patrolling police car stopped next my car. The officer came to see what I was doing in the middle of the night in the back of the car. He briefly looked at me and then he continued. I could not sleep there, but I rested for a while.
And at many nights, with tired eyes, I was watching the sleeping city through my window. I felt lonely. I'm a person, who cries very rarely; but I remember one day, in the middle of the night I got down on my knees, opened my hands to the sky and cried. I begged to God to stop this terrible sound in my head. But the relentless tinnitus continued without stopping..
The situation was exactly like as the one, as famous Turkish poet once wrote:
A ringing starts in your ears, maddening
Neither the bed sheet understands, nor the pillow...
The only times where I was completely tinnitus free was the shower. I took long showers. I was so happy there, because even my tinnitus was high I was not hearing anything there. Sound of water. The hitting of water droplets was creating a sound which was having all the frequencies and thus creating "white noise." It was my tinnitus-free haven. It was like a self-harbor for a ship after a long stormy night.
The thought that I will suffer from tinnitus in my whole life, was killing me. I thought I cannot go on. Once, I even thought about committing suicide to end my pain. The sound was so high and I was so desperate.
I felt that I was completely separated from the world. I felt as if I was in another planet!
It was as if I began a life of my own my little planet. When I was going out, I was watching people on the streets, but I felt that I was actually not one of them. It was such a weird feeling.
I knew that all was due to that terrible depression.
Looking back to those horrible days, I can say, without a doubt, that they were the worst days of my entire life.
I was so sad that I could not even watch TV or surf on the net. I stopped seeing my friends. Dating was the last thing I thing in my life. I was basically living at the "survival mode".
Nothing was good, nothing was beautiful, nothing was giving pleasure.
I had always been a person who loved to live alone, but due to depression that was impossible. At the age of 40, I began to stay with my parents, because the loneliness I felt was just unbearable to cope with. I felt much better when I stayed with them.
I was so desperate that one day, I went to my grandfather's graveyard, expecting that his spirit could help me. In my mind I tried to talk with his spirit and requested him to help me.
I imagined that he was blowing to my ear with his breath to heal me. He was whispering to my ear "don't worry, tinnitus will go away".
One day, when my sister visited me, she also brought my niece who was 3 years old. When she was next to me my mother mentioned my ear problem to my niece. And my little sweet niece, hearing that, suddenly got sad and touched my left ear with her little hand, as if trying to heal it. Tinnitus did not stop, of course, but she was so cute when she was doing that, I felt really good!
During my depression I could only read one book. I was Plato's "Phaedo". In English, it is also known as "On the Soul". It was written about 2400 years ago. In the dialogue, Socrates discusses the nature of the afterlife on his last day before being executed by drinking poisonous hemlock. Socrates explores various arguments for the soul's immortality. I'm not a religious person. But in those desperate days when I was thinking that tinnitus will be with me rest of my life, this greatest philosopher's views about "immortality of the soul" somehow eased my mind. It seems that my suffering mind finally has found a way to get rid of the tinnitus. Afterlife! A consolation! My tinnitus was so loud that every idea was welcomed by my poor mind! Thank you O Socrates! Even after thousands of years later you could help me.
Mental relief
Days passed. Finally the mental relief came from a psychiatrist. Two drugs he prescribed saved my life: Lustral and Remeron. . I began to overcame the depression soon after I started them. Remeron made me sleep, too. And I had relief when I was sleeping, because I was not hearing anything at all.
Shakespeare knew the best:
And by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
Remeron was making me sleep, but there was only one side effect! My appetite developed and I gained weight (about 8 pounds)
During my recovery from the depression, I received enormous amount of support from my parents, my grandmother and my sister. They helped me so much.
Sound-rich environment
I knew that for relief, another key was "masking". So I tried to create a sound-rich environment as much as possible. I bought a 5+1 sound system at home. It helped me to partially mask the tinnitus sound while watching movies.
One the other hand, an iPhone app called "Sleep Bug" helped me incredibly. (As I said before, when I tried to sleep, music had not help me because I was hearing tinnitus through music.) In that app, there was a "cricket and fireplace" sound, which I found relief when I listened it. Oh crickets, those little creatures; oh their beautiful, blessing sound. That sound helped me so much. While I was listening cricket sound, I could not hear the tinnitus, as two sounds were mixing together. That eased my mind and helped me to fall asleep at night.
And Music... During daylight I was listening music with my ear pods. I found that the sounds of violin and saxophone seems best to mask my tinnitus. Their music was simply cutting the sound. Then I began to listen music from the greatest singers like Sarah Brightman, Enya, Andrea Bocelli. I found out that listening music from beautiful voices were one of the best antitodes to the T. The music was not only masking the tinnitus, but also calming my upset mind.
I also begin to listen more music in two beautiful languages: French and Italian. French has an incredibly "classy" sound and Italian is so "aesthetic" and "melodic". Here, more antidotes to tinnitus!
Black Cat
During my recovery days we became friends with a cat. Yes a big black cat. Upset with tinnitus in my ears, I was walking at the car parking lot under the basement of my apartment. Next to my car, I noticed a fur-scarf on top of the hood of a car. I thought that a woman dropped it there accidentally. I extended my hand to pick it up, but with a big surprise I noticed that the scarf moved! Only afterwards, I realized that in fact it was a big cat with beautiful green eyes. Despite my move she did not run away. After this event I became friends with her and I petted and feed her every time I saw her.
And I noticed one most important fact: My negative thoughts about my tinnitus, but not the tinnitus itself, was making me feel depressed. So the key was my controlling my thoughts.
Within few days, my mind began to adapt to the tinnitus and mentally I felt better. I moved back to my house. I finally managed to back to work after 24 working days.
Present day
My tinnitus is at same level now. It is still high, but I'm not depressed anymore.
As my tinnitus is high, I have to listen music while working in the office.And at home I use tinnitus masking iPhone apps such as "White Noise", "Sleep Bug" and "iSuppress" which give me much relief. When I'm outside at crowded streets I generally don't hear my T. And while I drive, I always listen music.
What I learned
As the saying goes, "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Yes, I'm much STRONGER and WISER now. I've been through that horrible depression. Now I know better what pain, depression and sadness means. I'm now more willing to help others who has any kind of trouble.
I know what it feels to be in agony. Among my friends, I have been always known to be person who is caring and who has very high empathy. But after the tinnitus and depression, I'm now more caring than ever, especially when it comes to people's problems. .
I'm a single man. But I want to marry one day. I know that, if my wife has a poor health or has any psychological problem, I would support her more than I support before I had tinnitus.
I know that in the future, I will be a good husband and a father.
And now I focus on beautiful things in life and try to feel positive. Tinnitus continues, but I feel good now.
I know that one day there will be a cure. And this thought - this beautiful hope - makes me feel much better.
Thank you crickets, thank you green-eyed black cat, thank you O Socrates, thank you my family,
and thank you "hope"...