Misophoni-yites Anonymous

At a Mexican restaurant. Waiting for my family to get here. Listening to people eat chips with their...

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 11:58:08 -0500

At a Mexican restaurant. Waiting for my family to get here. Listening to people eat chips with their mouths open. Everywhere. Kill me. Kill me now.

Just looked at the person in the car next to me at the drive-thru at the bank… He was...

Fri, 02 Mar 2012 13:01:32 -0500

Just looked at the person in the car next to me at the drive-thru at the bank… He was literally inhaling a sub and I could practically hear him chewing through our closed windows.

Ewwwwwwwww.

Ice.

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 14:56:35 -0500

I had a vocal rehearsal last night. It was going really well until the guy I was singing with started chewing ice. It was like… sing, breathe, chew ice, sing, chew ice, chew ice, breathe, sing. And I was like “oh that’s nice, ick, DEAR GOD, oh that’s nice, DEAR GOD, DEAR GOD, ick, oh that’s nice!”

Then I *rage*-spilled his ice water. And that’s how you handle those situations.

My friend Brian cooked dinner for me yesterday.

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 08:02:29 -0500

And it was REALLY GOOD.

Until he started biting his fork and I didn’t taste any of it anymore….

Any time somebody pulls out a bag of pretzels.

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 08:40:58 -0500

I basically run screaming in the opposite direction.

Can’t. Handle.

When your friends are eating with you....

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 10:41:00 -0500

And you can’t participate in the conversation because you’re too busy trying to ignore the swishing sounds their mouths are making - or you keep finding yourself wondering what could possibly be creating a crunching sound in their non-crunchy food.

Misaphonia Fights.

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 10:03:24 -0500

Got in a fight with my boyfriend yesterday about something completely non-misophonia related. But did Misophonia come up?

Yes. Of course.

Sadly, every person in my life has incredible ammunition against me in any argument: You have Misophonia/You’re 90% psychopath.

He didn’t mean to bring it up, but it was actually relevant. I made a sarcastic comment about an ex fling he had (as a joke), and he didn’t know if he should be taking me seriously or not. Why? Because I get ridiculously angry at him about far more stupid things.

i.e. “Why are you breathing so loud? Can you please breathe with less breath?” “OMG I CAN HEAR YOUR FOOD DIGESTING. THAT’S DISGUSTING.”

So when I said “Ah, but what about that one girl? Now all of your arguments are invalid,” the whole conversation took a turn for the worst. He took me seriously which, in turn, made him serious. And when he got serious, I got upset. And when I got upset, the whole date was crap.

Welcome to Misophonia, friends. Ruining your life even when sound ISN’T involved!!

Sidenote: Our “fights” are so small they’re practically insignificant. No feelings were hurt. :)

Misophonia - a personal definition

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 11:36:16 -0500

Misophonia - a personal definition:

Spent the afternoon reading about Misophonia. For kicks, of course.

It’s crazy to think that other people suffer from this completely irrational, horrible disease. For those who don’t know what Misophonia is, it is a severe sensitivity to, and hatred of certain sounds - most commonly sniffing, chewing, breathing, slurping, etc. — You know, sounds one must make in order to exist. More often than not, the sound making perpetrators that cause the most rage are those that share an emotional connection with the Misophonia-sufferer. (Oh, shut up, computer. “Misophonia” is a word! Stop red squiggly-lining my disease).

Now that you know what Misophonia is (although one can never truly understand it unless they’ve experienced it themselves), let me walk you through a simple scenario that I deal with daily:

A man walks through the room chewing ice: I get tense and rigid. I’m fairly certain my pupils probably dilate and I look like a mad-woman. My breathing slows (maybe this is my brain trying to calm me down by forcing me to take deep breaths) and I glare. Really. My eyes and head follow the ice-chewer as he walks all the way across the lobby and into the opposite wing. What’s going through my head? What it GOD’S NAME is your problem? Do you not realize how incredibly rude you’re being? Can you not see that you’re about to drive me to a complete mental breakdown in the middle of the work day? Why?! WHY!? WHYYYYYY!?By the time he’s through the room, I’ve realized how absolutely ridiculous I’m being. There are probably only 1 in 50 people who could possibly be as annoyed as I am by the sound of him chewing ice, and how could he possibly know that I’m one of those people?

It’s my friends and family that really get the bad end of the deal. They know about my sound sensitivity so my filter is completely lost on them. When my boyfriend bites his fork, within half a second (and before I can even stop myself), I’m bitterly saying “You bit your fork,” at which point he looks at me half frightened and half exasperated by my insanity. It’s almost like a form of turrets. Or word vomit. Before I even realize my mouth is open, I say some pretty horrible things: “You’re being disgusting,” “Can you not cover your mouth when you yawn? Seriously?”

I could write for days about what a mess of a disease/sickness/mental problem Misophonia is. But I’ll spare you. It just feels good to get pieces of it out sometimes.

Misophonia

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 14:12:00 -0500

I feel bad for posting so much about my Misophonia on my blog where I pretend to be a “normal” person.

I’m not introducing myself, I’m just starting. There are too many wonderfully horrible noises happening in my life right now for me to waste one second talking about me - who makes no noises.