Man, this is getting tougher. I now live in a house with what seems like the thinnest walls ever to be made, and the creakiest floorboards that are TOTALLY going to collapse one of these days. I never appreciated my previous house, thick walls and all on one floor so creaky floorboards weren't even something I thought about.
I HATE THIS.
I am in the room next to my parents. Their new thing? Playing music on their speaker. Constant drumming and beats, for hours on end. My idea of hell. Annnnd guess what? Only one side of my earphones work so I'm not sure how long I can last before I go completely nuts and start a killing spree (mentally of course, I'm not actually a murderer!)
The latest thing to help me with my misophonia is getting 10 hours of rain, up on YouTube, putting it on max volume and deafening myself so I don't have to hear their frankly, pretty shitty, music.
Our house is quite small, so there isn't really anywhere I can go. Sometimes I can cry hours on end until the music stops.
I'm not even sure if anyone is reading this anymore, but if you are, tell me if you relate. Do you randomly burst into tears in the first second of a bad sound? Or am I genuinely just a nutter?
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Misophonia - My Life
RandomHere's my story with living with misophonia. Misophonia is a brain disorder where certain sounds and sights can instantly anger you. Many people tell themselves that they have misophonia when they get annoyed with a few sounds, however it is much wo...
