- Mar 18, 2022
- 15
- Tinnitus Since
- 11/2021
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Noise Exposure/Acoustic Trauma
Hello everyone, apologies in advance for the long, rambling post.
I've been hanging around Tinnitus Talk for the past 3 months, and figured it's about time to make an account and tell my story. Back in November '21 I attended a very loud concert a bit too close to the stage and PA speaker, and it was a great time. My ears were ringing at a very low, nearly unnoticeable volume at home after the show, and unfortunately I did not take this too seriously, as my girlfriend's ears were ringing as well (I didn't even notice until she mentioned it), and I'd been to hundreds and hundreds of gigs in the past 15 years with more than a few causing temporary ringing in the ears that always subsided by the next day or two. I had no idea that would be the last night of life as I'd known it up to that point.
For the next two weeks, I barely noticed the ringing at all unless the room was dead silent, and in my blissful ignorance I continued life as normal, figuring it would fade at some point, and went to a couple more (lower volume) shows as well as a band rehearsal (with earplugs) without any change in the tinnitus level and continued to use headphones. Because I didn't dig deeper beyond surface-level Google results, and perhaps my own denial, I even imagined the lingering tinnitus could be from hardened earwax buildup due to the cold weather, and got checked out by an ENT after it hadn't budged for two weeks, and he assured me though this was due to noise exposure, I could continue as normal as long as I protect my ears at loud events going forward, and scheduled an audiogram. Two days later, I noticed my first instance of what of now know is reactive tinnitus, which lasted for only a second while listening to some low-level music (through speakers, I had abandoned headphones by this point) and it freaked me out a bit. The next day, I awoke with hyperacusis and a panic attack along with it, as I didn't even know hyperacusis was a thing (funny how spellcheck even underlines the word in red), and called up the ENT office to squeeze me in for another appointment. The same doctor explained what was going on, and said this is a common occurrence with tinnitus, and that it will fade as my ear is exposed to sound and reacquaints itself. That weekend, music started to sound completely different, much duller and mushier, along with the reactive tinnitus winding through it and my ears were now fatiguing quickly, and anxiety was building up.
By that Monday, all hell had broken loose as my hyperacusis and ear pain increased to an unbearable level, as well as my reactive tinnitus and sound distortions. My own voice even hurt to hear. My anxiety was now off the charts and I didn't sleep for nearly four days straight. I had my audiogram that week, and it showed my hearing was still in the normal range, though the damage couldn't be measured as I'd never had a previous audiogram done. Regardless, my hearing was way out of whack now and life had switched into an absolute waking nightmare.
I spent the next month in complete panic mode and would lie awake at night for hours mourning my happy life from just a month earlier, contemplating suicide as my only option as my world had become dark, ugly and hopeless practically overnight. I would spend all waking hours wallowing in deep regret, mentally punishing myself for being stupid enough to ruin my ears through years of loud concerts, playing in bands with no hearing protection and cranking headphones too loud. I felt my life was effectively over and I destroyed any chance of ever being happy again. As someone who had never really struggled with anxiety or depression, this felt like a roller coaster drop into the deepest pits of hell. The timing was atrocious, as my partner and I had just moved out of our home state merely three months before to a city known for its abundance of live music, I was just about to form a new band and get back to playing music after a 2-year pandemic-induced hiatus, and to top it all off I was just about to turn 30. How could my life just collapse so quickly after everything was going so great? I had suddenly gone from being a music-loving, happy/positive person, never bored, always having multiple exciting things to look forward to and feeling like the days were too short, to a morose, hollow shell of a person, unable to truly enjoy anything and feeling like a mental patient trapped in a life sentence of solitary confinement where the days feel like years, with my instruments and record collection that once brought me infinite joy now sitting idly gathering dust.
Three months have passed since things got really bad, and these days I am trying my best to be more positive though it is a daily struggle. Though my tinnitus is here to stay, the reactive tinnitus has calmed down a bit, and I feel the hyperacusis has slowly improved some as well, outside of a few setbacks here and there. I've started therapy and adopting a one-day-at-a-time mentality, as well as carrying custom molded earplugs with me everywhere I go. Music is still pretty dulled and wonky from the hearing loss, and I would easily turn down a winning lottery ticket just to be able to go to a concert or play in a band again, or listen to my headphones, or even go to a busy restaurant without earplugs. I greatly miss and pine for my life before tinnitus, but I am finding strength and comfort through my partner, my family, low-volume TV, and in knowing that I am far from the only person suffering from this terrible affliction. Thankfully I'm sleeping much better on most nights. I am also hopeful that there are at least a few treatments in the works (OTO-313/413, FX-322/345, etc.) that could possibly help to give us our lives back in the next few years. Life is harder than it's ever been and I've got a very long, hard road ahead, but I won't give up.
Thank you for reading.
I've been hanging around Tinnitus Talk for the past 3 months, and figured it's about time to make an account and tell my story. Back in November '21 I attended a very loud concert a bit too close to the stage and PA speaker, and it was a great time. My ears were ringing at a very low, nearly unnoticeable volume at home after the show, and unfortunately I did not take this too seriously, as my girlfriend's ears were ringing as well (I didn't even notice until she mentioned it), and I'd been to hundreds and hundreds of gigs in the past 15 years with more than a few causing temporary ringing in the ears that always subsided by the next day or two. I had no idea that would be the last night of life as I'd known it up to that point.
For the next two weeks, I barely noticed the ringing at all unless the room was dead silent, and in my blissful ignorance I continued life as normal, figuring it would fade at some point, and went to a couple more (lower volume) shows as well as a band rehearsal (with earplugs) without any change in the tinnitus level and continued to use headphones. Because I didn't dig deeper beyond surface-level Google results, and perhaps my own denial, I even imagined the lingering tinnitus could be from hardened earwax buildup due to the cold weather, and got checked out by an ENT after it hadn't budged for two weeks, and he assured me though this was due to noise exposure, I could continue as normal as long as I protect my ears at loud events going forward, and scheduled an audiogram. Two days later, I noticed my first instance of what of now know is reactive tinnitus, which lasted for only a second while listening to some low-level music (through speakers, I had abandoned headphones by this point) and it freaked me out a bit. The next day, I awoke with hyperacusis and a panic attack along with it, as I didn't even know hyperacusis was a thing (funny how spellcheck even underlines the word in red), and called up the ENT office to squeeze me in for another appointment. The same doctor explained what was going on, and said this is a common occurrence with tinnitus, and that it will fade as my ear is exposed to sound and reacquaints itself. That weekend, music started to sound completely different, much duller and mushier, along with the reactive tinnitus winding through it and my ears were now fatiguing quickly, and anxiety was building up.
By that Monday, all hell had broken loose as my hyperacusis and ear pain increased to an unbearable level, as well as my reactive tinnitus and sound distortions. My own voice even hurt to hear. My anxiety was now off the charts and I didn't sleep for nearly four days straight. I had my audiogram that week, and it showed my hearing was still in the normal range, though the damage couldn't be measured as I'd never had a previous audiogram done. Regardless, my hearing was way out of whack now and life had switched into an absolute waking nightmare.
I spent the next month in complete panic mode and would lie awake at night for hours mourning my happy life from just a month earlier, contemplating suicide as my only option as my world had become dark, ugly and hopeless practically overnight. I would spend all waking hours wallowing in deep regret, mentally punishing myself for being stupid enough to ruin my ears through years of loud concerts, playing in bands with no hearing protection and cranking headphones too loud. I felt my life was effectively over and I destroyed any chance of ever being happy again. As someone who had never really struggled with anxiety or depression, this felt like a roller coaster drop into the deepest pits of hell. The timing was atrocious, as my partner and I had just moved out of our home state merely three months before to a city known for its abundance of live music, I was just about to form a new band and get back to playing music after a 2-year pandemic-induced hiatus, and to top it all off I was just about to turn 30. How could my life just collapse so quickly after everything was going so great? I had suddenly gone from being a music-loving, happy/positive person, never bored, always having multiple exciting things to look forward to and feeling like the days were too short, to a morose, hollow shell of a person, unable to truly enjoy anything and feeling like a mental patient trapped in a life sentence of solitary confinement where the days feel like years, with my instruments and record collection that once brought me infinite joy now sitting idly gathering dust.
Three months have passed since things got really bad, and these days I am trying my best to be more positive though it is a daily struggle. Though my tinnitus is here to stay, the reactive tinnitus has calmed down a bit, and I feel the hyperacusis has slowly improved some as well, outside of a few setbacks here and there. I've started therapy and adopting a one-day-at-a-time mentality, as well as carrying custom molded earplugs with me everywhere I go. Music is still pretty dulled and wonky from the hearing loss, and I would easily turn down a winning lottery ticket just to be able to go to a concert or play in a band again, or listen to my headphones, or even go to a busy restaurant without earplugs. I greatly miss and pine for my life before tinnitus, but I am finding strength and comfort through my partner, my family, low-volume TV, and in knowing that I am far from the only person suffering from this terrible affliction. Thankfully I'm sleeping much better on most nights. I am also hopeful that there are at least a few treatments in the works (OTO-313/413, FX-322/345, etc.) that could possibly help to give us our lives back in the next few years. Life is harder than it's ever been and I've got a very long, hard road ahead, but I won't give up.
Thank you for reading.