Hello, I did a bit of searching on The Mighty and did not find anything about misophonia. Here is a definition: “Misophonia is a disorder of decreased tolerance to specific sounds or stimuli associated with such sounds. These stimuli, known as “triggers,” are experienced as unpleasant or distressing and tend to evoke strong negative emotional, physiological, and behavioral responses that are not seen in most other people.”
— from Consensus Definition of Misophonia *
I live with this disorder and have for many years. Unfortunately, I knew nothing about misophonia until about 4 years ago. My reactions to various sounds, such as loud crunching, crumpling of paper, shoes squeaking on a floor, and someone rubbing on a balloon. This is a sample, however, there are some unexpected triggers that I experience.
My responses to these triggers are immediate, highly disturbing, and cause me to go from being chill to having violent thoughts, usually about the offender or the place it occurs even if I cannot see the offending activity. You can imagine how puzzling these outbursts were for me, and how many people had to deal with the repercussions. Once the sound stops, I almost promptly return to almost chill.
Since I shared this disorder with people close to me, usually during a trigger, they have all become super sensitive to my need to either leave until these noises subside, or they leave the room. I so appreciate this aspect of my tribe.
It is hard for us to live with issues such as this without a clue as to the what, why, and how to deal with it. I often thought I was just being nasty with people if they made a noise I did not like. No, that was not the case at all. Accepting this as a real thing, and not feeling guilty it truly helpful. As with all issues that are evident to others, it might be harder to resolve, however, I did after learning more about it and releasing myself from shame.
If you suspect you might be dealing with misophonia, please take a look at some resources. Misophonia as a disorder is not always accepted, even by many healthcare professionals.
Here is a link to a good website on this topic:
Traumatic childhoods are always difficult to deal with. After years of therapy finally someone diagnosed me with autism and adhd. Without going into too much of my symptoms, I keep wondering if my family had treated me better, they would have spared me some trauma? if they knew that I wasn’t a ‘bad’ child but my brain worked just differently. I keep wondering if I there was a way to not go though pain since 40 years. What if my parents just paid a little bit of attention and I got a diagnosis. Would I be contempt now? Is forgiveness possible? #ADHD #Autism #neurodivergent #Misophonia #Depression #Anxiety #forgive #Parents
Part 1 of 2 I have been living with #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder and #Misophonia for my entire life, and recall its manifestations since my early childhood. My conditions grew bigger as I aged, my behaviour and socialisation were becoming increasingly corrupted. In my early teens, my invisible companions have officially announced themselves, giving sense and ‘official’ shape of my various weirdnesses.
Around my year 8 in school, #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder starts being severe.
Countless rituals kept me busy for hours; never-ending hygiene procedures : hours of showering and wash-ups resulted in chemical skin corrosion.
That was definitely a fun merry-go-round, although this was only the superficial part. If you suffer from #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder severe enough, you probably know that the worst part lies within the mind itself. What makes it even worse, is the fact that it is inescapable.
Thought looping feels like malfunctioning code that constantly returns errors, while looping repeatedly and corrupting life perception, the gameplay. I could almost see red strings, returning errors.
At this point, not only my movement coordination was corrupted and loaded with full of unreasonable, conditional movements, but also the cognitive processing was running swarms of “bugs”, brain was almost being fried, headaches were common. Life no more simply lacked joy. It was full of suffering.
Not to mention that people, especially those, who did not know me well enough, just saw me as an idiot, a freak, doing its freaky rituals with a random item (like poking freaking mangoes in the supermarket). At first, I postponed school until I could manage myself to some decent degree.
I was prescribed some medicines by the local psychiatrist (prozac/cipralex, buspar, aripiprex, cognitol – if I remember it correct), and it was at a later point in life, when one medical practitioner told me that psychiatrist just prescribed me miscellaneous pills for random psychiatric disorders, putting almost no effort trying to grope and target the root of the issue, although having had all the clues. Of course, that did not turn out really well. There was no reasonable progress, and I felt like a boiled turnip, so I stopped taking the medication. “Cold turkey”. I returned to school. Those were the decisions I am very glad I made.
Months, years went by. I managed to achieve certain milestones. Tons of non-stop mental work and development, a few psychologist appointments and meditative techniques, along with esoteric practices — milestone by milestone I made it to the point where I controlled myself well enough to have a faint kind of a normal life.
Every day and every instance of existence felt like a fight for survival, with myself. It was extremely hard for me to concentrate and process information, and hence, study; but with help of my comrades, friends and teachers who understood me, accepted me and helped me to progress, I made it – year after year, class after class.
Although, of course, not everyone is willing to understand conditions.
There is one good quote out there —
“The worst part of having a #MentalHealth is that people expect you to behave as if you don’t”
Sadly, mostly this is true.
As time went by, I managed to become better at controlling my glitching tempestuous beast.
I graduated school, enrolled into university, and that’s where things started shapeshifting weirdly. Asides #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder , I started acquiring other severe health issues like constant nausea, that last to this very day. Fortunately a moment of intensity trough to write about #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder .
Get acquainted with the full article at https://www.fun-sci.club/post/#ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder -1 .
When I will be done with other health issues, I will probably make other posts on them.
I have been living with #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder for my entire life and have collected a vast amount of knowledge regarding it. Combining that with progressive scientific data, I have written an article and made a video on the holistic approach to combat #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder . I genuinely believe that it could help millions —
Jewel of that information lies in human biology and is applicable to everyone; moreover, this knowledge could aid people with other mental conditions, as well as help fully healthy individuals maintain a wholesome psyche.
The only problem is I lack the audience to properly convey the message. But together we could
Last week in the middle of a conversation about things we need to do in our old age, and my husband said “well you didn’t win the genetic lottery” - I was about to be offended then I mentally listed all my conditions: misophonia, ADHD, anxiety, depression, MCAS and also weak joints and just started to laugh 😂 wow I really didn’t! I told him he better start ramping up now on all the different things he’s going to need to learn to be a great caregiver for me ❤️🩹
I don't know if it's just me, but most of the time when I'm going through an episode, certain sounds just drive me insane. On an average day, said sounds don't really affect me, but when I'm in what I call a "minor funk", some sounds are amplified and irritate me so much to the point I want to scream for them to stop. Can anyone relate? Is this part of the symptoms?
Whenever I am watching TV or movies, anything except comedy, I continually hum, and have done so all my life. Sometimes I hum an actual tune, but in the vast majority of the time, I hum just 2 or 3 random notes, which I will repeat for really long periods of time. Sometimes it is in unison with a main note in the background music, or a harmony, but most times the notes have nothing to do with the music soundtrack. As you can imagine, it distracts and irritates other people to varying degrees. My solution, since I haven't been able to stop it, is just to watch alone. If you still don't understand what I am talking about, imagine sitting next to someone humming the cello notes to the theme from JAWS while you are trying to concentrate on an episode of The Gilmore Girls, or Dateline, or Law & Order. I've done this my whole life, and it soothes me while at the same time it embarrasses me because I can't stop without starting up again a couple of minutes later, usually unbeknownst to me. I'm not actually looking for a cure for this. I just want to know if I am the only one, and does anybody know why I might do it, or where it comes from? Thanks for your time. Peace.♧
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