I am, weird. In many ways… Some that might come as a little endearing, and some not so much.
A couple of months ago, I discovered I have been suffering from a cute little thing called misophonia. I just thought I was crazy, but it just seem my brain has a select sensitive sound syndrome. How cool is that, uh??
Misophonia is a condition causing someone to experience strong negative feelings triggered by specific sounds. In most cases, the sounds that provoke anything between mild annoyance to uncontrolable anger, are related to the mouth.
No one enjoys a loud slurper. Then again, I must be wrong about that. I bet there is at least one person on earth who enjoys hearing someone slurping. (I almost said “weirdo” but who am I to throw stones, right?) In fact, there must be at least one person who really gets a kick out of a good slurp. Anyway…
I don’t just “don’t like” people who slurp, or chew loudly, or eat their chips as if they have to bite them a millimeter at a time. These sounds make me want to punch right to the throat. Literally.
For a long time, I thought I reacted like that because of two things. For one, I have extremely acute hearing. I mean, out of the ordinary hearing. I hear when the tv is on (ok, not that impressive, right?), even on mute. I hear some ultra sounds too, like dog whistles… I also always worked on the phone, so I had figured that since my jobs were all about listening all day long, my ears needed a break once at home.
There is no way to calm my occasional need to kill. But at least, I know it, and I know it is neither my fault nor the sound maker’s that I feel like stappling his/her mouth shut. I have this “it’s all in your brain, it’s all in your brain, it’s all in your brain…” mantra I repeat to myself nonstop until the noise ceases.
I also started telling my close ones.
A couple of weeks ago, as I was spending some time with my bestfriend, we happened to start talking about it after having to sit next to a guy who chewed his gum as if his life depended on it.
Me – Gawwd, could he chew any louder?
Her – I know… Right? Will you bail me out if I punch him and send him to the hospital?
OMG! She and I think alike on many levels, I guess after 30 years of friendship, that’s just normal. But I recognized the irrational anger in her voice. We had a long talk about misophonia, and although neither of us had a professional opinion on the question, I believe we share one more thing now!
So now, you’ve been warned. I’m that much crazier than I thought!