tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post4749729500552543170..comments2023-12-18T17:32:03.325+00:00Comments on Kindred of the Quiet Way: Misophonia. Whatever next?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-86375762383459066942016-07-02T01:45:08.459+01:002016-07-02T01:45:08.459+01:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-21117587616936298572014-04-18T16:45:17.492+01:002014-04-18T16:45:17.492+01:00Aha! Join the club, Saskia!! xAha! Join the club, Saskia!! xPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-45167730230327455222014-04-15T12:50:04.372+01:002014-04-15T12:50:04.372+01:00Hi Pen,
I had to comment, I usually just read. I h...Hi Pen,<br />I had to comment, I usually just read. I had to leave the university library the other day because the person in the next study cubicle was eating and I felt like crying. I found a quiet corner in the courtyard with some birds for company and did my reading there. Today in my lecture the girl next to me was typing notes on her laptop and I felt very tense because of the keyboard sounds. I've always felt odd about my aversion to noise, that is until my aunt visited me from Holland last year, and we found we had so much in common including an aversion to noises. In fact meeting her shed light on a lot of my eccentricities ;) We have never met before and from what she told me about my grandmother I 'm sure most of my oddities are inherited (although I don't hid in the cupboard when people knock on the door or keep a goat in the kitchen)<br /> I showed your blog to my beloved and he just nodded in agreement. He likes to have the radio when driving which I can kind of cope with if he doesn't try to talk to me at the same time - then my brain feels like it's going to explode and he usually regrets it immediately. He's used to me turning the tv off, needing to shut the computer down because the fan hums and having a silent house most of the time. <br />SaskiaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-8539126915721347782014-04-11T15:06:19.353+01:002014-04-11T15:06:19.353+01:00For Sarah I trained to teach visually impaired per...For Sarah I trained to teach visually impaired persons and still remember my battle with Braille. It is decades since I have taught and still odd snippets sneak into my thoughts. My children think it is a mazing that I can read the signage in public places but for me it is no more than a party trick now. <br /><br />I pray you can afford your new laptop very soon.Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15283293507101152512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-17293956348580484502014-04-09T12:13:56.734+01:002014-04-09T12:13:56.734+01:00Thanks, Sarah - I love the comments on this blog! ...Thanks, Sarah - I love the comments on this blog! I learn so much! xPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-58645765748069739302014-04-09T12:03:16.144+01:002014-04-09T12:03:16.144+01:00Pen,
Thank you for an equally thoughtful and time...Pen,<br /><br />Thank you for an equally thoughtful and timely reply. The sounds of tucker time aren't a problem for me, but the husband of an old acquaintance used to chew so dreadfully that even my teeth were set on edge - the percussive knocking of his teeth together - I could feel the enamel wearing away bite by bite!! Holy Cow!! the misphonic who has the misfortune of sitting next to him at table would be rather perturbed to say the least, me thinks. My mob for the mostpart are crunchers or largely quiet at table and my little nieces are being raised with good, sociable tablemanners; even at two and four, they're doing so well - I am very proud of them - and their parents for doing such a fantastic job raising them. <br /><br />Buzfloid would likely find the ethanol plant just down the river from us unbearable, its refinery white noise an ever constant backdrop to otherwise peaceful surrounds. They employ a good many people on three shifts per day though, and for a struggling rural community as is mine, such is a godsent. They are responsible also, not 'fouling the nest' as it were, the river very clean and with good fish thriving. <br /><br />And yes, I am listening to your blog via a text-to-speech screen reader; I have the makings of a good Braille setup with a much better screen-reader waiting to go but need a better laptop to run it on and wil be purchasing said computer soon; but the hard-copy book needing no batteries, emitting no electro-magnetic radiation, nothing beats it!! And a well looked after Braille book will give in excess of fifty years of reading pleasure if not manhandled too badly though half a century of touch will dull the dots somewhat. (in past times, each Braille page was coated with a thin film of shellack to preserve the tactile reading material so properly produced books bound in something more sturdy than cardboard (all too common) will give the reader in excess of eighty years worth (remember, the oldest Braille books are less than a century and a half old - odd that tactle media took so long to come about after the West's embrace of moveable type). <br /><br />Even well into the 20th century, Braille books for lending libraries were still transcribed by hand, dot by dot with a slate and stylus. Sorry to wander off topic. <br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />Sarah,<br />Australia. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-5512074986601697542014-04-09T08:00:15.939+01:002014-04-09T08:00:15.939+01:00Oh gosh - interesting insights, Sarah!
As to the...Oh gosh - interesting insights, Sarah! <br />As to the monks and nuns - they usually (except Cistercians) ate in community, so were not protected from the sounds most misophones can't bear! <br />I'm interested in your comment 'sometimes one's ears become weary'; and I can immediately see that would be so. You are reading this by software converting it to spoken words?<br />For myself, the sound of fingers on Braille would be companionable, not annoying; but I think misophones vary - the water distiller fan irritates my daughter badly, but I don't mind it. xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-51751693255758899532014-04-09T07:50:12.027+01:002014-04-09T07:50:12.027+01:00Pen,
An enlightening post. In times past, would t...Pen,<br /><br />An enlightening post. In times past, would the 'silent' orders of monks and nuns have provided a calm, quiet refuge for those who find the aural clamour painful to unendurable? <br /><br />As someone with a vision impairment of the Braille reading, guide dog using variety, the soundscapes around me are for me 'vision' as well as hearing. <br /><br />However, I am right there beside you re the disgusting audio effects/existence of biological intimacy on the large or small screen - do producers, script writers and directors feel we absolutely must have a blow for blow biology lesson 'just because they can'??? cheapens the act of intimacy in my thinking, but that's another argument for another time. <br /><br />Of interest, the foisting of audio upon we in the vision impaired community over Braille is jarring; to read for oneself and have a brief resbite from the auditory is refreshing to say the least - sometimes one's ears become weary - though I would expect the almost inperceptible but nonetheless existant sound of one's fingertips tracking over each Braille line might cause a little queasiness to the mesphonic individual - not to mention related sounds of a Braille display as the little piezo-electric 'dots' raise and fall to make Brailel characters, the cycling through each line of text and the quiet friction of the reader's fingertips over the refreshable Braille display.<br /><br />For me the horror sound is that of an emery board being used - it evokes a sensation in me akin to that which many experience when hearing fingernails down a blackboard <br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />Sarah,<br />Australia.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-10430688574129041182014-04-09T06:37:30.767+01:002014-04-09T06:37:30.767+01:00Ooh - thank you so much for getting in touch: I...Ooh - thank you so much for getting in touch: I'm very interested in your confidence that misophonia is inherent and not acquired. My own family is such a complex bundle of neurological phenomena that this doesn't surprise me at all! What we have acquired, at least, is the ability to keep it in check!Pen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-51770569580963583782014-04-09T02:54:59.721+01:002014-04-09T02:54:59.721+01:00Beautifully done! Thank you for this.
I have bee...Beautifully done! Thank you for this. <br />I have been active in the Misophonia community since "the beginning" and have seen too many instances of people with Misophonia separated from family-of-origin birth and raised by neurotypical people only to find their Misophonic-genetic-link later in life.<br />I contend that the ones who insist on teaching us strict manners are Misophonic themselves. This is most assuredly genetic in origin and not learned behavior.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11670458185731375626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-15472346293479298642014-04-08T19:58:06.232+01:002014-04-08T19:58:06.232+01:00I wonder if any men have the same problem? I wonder if any men have the same problem? Pen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-39912827183375135602014-04-08T18:40:29.715+01:002014-04-08T18:40:29.715+01:00Hi Pen,
Great post! I have a highly sound sensitiv...Hi Pen,<br />Great post! I have a highly sound sensitive friend that your descriptions match, and she appears to have passed this on to her daughter. I have seen them go around with their hands over their ears, and when we were in worship dance together we had a hard time agreeing on music. I myself am glad to have found another human being who cannot stand catalog photos of women with their mouths open in a seductive non-smile. I find it highly offensive, and incongruous, as the catalog's clothes are not seductive. I suspect they are prompted to do so by the catalog's photographer. It does not make me want to shop from them, and have thought of complaining, but am uncertain how to address the issue. I am weirdly sensitive towards things in my left field of vision, and choose seats accordingly, and my husband's habit of rubbing one foot against his other, with accompanying cyclical friction noise, drives me to distraction. He can keep this up for hours on end. We seldom cohabit the same room! So I keep telling myself that if everyone were the same, it would be a very dull world.But on your blog, birds of a feather are certainly sticking together!<br />DMW Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-27739697889152668802014-04-08T17:19:02.957+01:002014-04-08T17:19:02.957+01:00That link is interesting. Especially the bit about...That link is interesting. Especially the bit about triggers to visual sights. I wonder if that explains why I can't watch movies in which people are humiliated? Movies like National Lampoons that my mother loves leave me wanting to throw up because I feel the embarrassment that the characters should feel and just don't get me started on my reaction to the X Factor auditions!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-18578400038436823442014-04-08T17:12:20.245+01:002014-04-08T17:12:20.245+01:00Margaret - thank you, such an interesting and vivi...Margaret - thank you, such an interesting and vivid description! I had a similar upbringing!<br /><br />Marsha - thanks - I don't usually publish any advertising whatsoever on here, but this could be helpful to readers experiencing severe levels of difficulty.<br /><br />Rapunzel - Yikes! The dentures!! <br /><br />xxxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-20259546757675884912014-04-08T16:11:20.925+01:002014-04-08T16:11:20.925+01:00You too????
I sleep at the opposite end of this...You too????<br /> I sleep at the opposite end of this large house from my mister, because whether he snores or whether he stops breathing for a few seconds then starts again, either one wakes me up. Over and over.<br /> I once visited a LOVELY church with really a really nice and welcoming congregation, enjoyed a LOVELY service and a delicious church supper afterward...and thought "this is the place for me, good food, good people, good spirit!", until the gentleman across from me at the table stuck his finger in his mouth to dislodge something from each side of his dentures, there was a slurpy sound to go with this, and the whole proceedure looked so repulsively lizardy somehow that I left rather quickly afterward and could never again bring myself to enter the place. Ewwww.<br /><br />As a child the sound of someone blowing their nose would gag me.<br /><br /> How I managed to raise a passle of children I shall never know. Grace I guess, certainly not my own skill and patience : )<br /><br /> It is indeed good to know none of us are 'the only one' !Rapunzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18381797135241461102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-3836185031379368712014-04-08T15:57:38.415+01:002014-04-08T15:57:38.415+01:00Consider supporting the Misophonia Association, ww...Consider supporting the Misophonia Association, www.misophonia-association.org<br /><br />We plan to hold the 2nd Annual Misophonia Convention, October 10-11' 2014' in Orlando, Florida.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15939651347456327177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-21133873982952107852014-04-08T14:20:01.674+01:002014-04-08T14:20:01.674+01:00I was shy and introverted as a child and taught to...I was shy and introverted as a child and taught to walk, talk and laugh quietly (without teeth) in the convent – and I liked both. I hated the contrived jollity of nursing and air-stewardessing and now at 50 I have consciously chosen to avoid human noise. I like voices and laughter (not on the telephone) if they are quiet but I hate places where there are great gaggles of people laughing and talking such as shopping centres, city streets, pubs, restaurants and cinemas and I can't deal with them, only shops occasionally from necessity. I get anxiety attacks and it is mostly the noise. Next to noise, yes, it's open mouths. I cannot understand at all why everyone nowadays has to be photographed apparently guffawing. When I was small and yawned widely my mother would say, “Thank you, Pearl, for that view of your spleen,” or something similarly facetious but now everyone, absolutely everyone and all well past the age of four, is shown with mouths open in a way that (to me) decent people reserve for the dentist. And, as I type, my housemate is driving me loopy. He's been poodling about all morning breathing (the nerve of the man!) and making happy little tooting noises like a French horn warming up and now he's reading a book. I can't hear the pages from two rooms away but I can hear him eating chocolate as he always does when he reads and every now and then he murmurs, “Aaaaaah this is the life” yet the Jackdaw Wars outside my window aren't bothering me a bit! margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07727534908302610374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-87478801714179185622014-04-08T11:42:24.752+01:002014-04-08T11:42:24.752+01:00Conflutterate - what a fabulous word! xxConflutterate - what a fabulous word! xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-72821675493535909332014-04-08T11:39:50.399+01:002014-04-08T11:39:50.399+01:00Wow! And here I was calling it my absolute aversio...Wow! And here I was calling it my absolute aversion to "auditory clutter." Since I'm currently unemployed, I have gone along shuffling around my house and life and never noticed, not even once, that the house was dead silent (save birds outside and that kind of thing) until someone mentioned it. I also recently picked up a friend in my van for a trip to Baltimore and she squirmed for some minutes before finally pleading, "Can we have the radio on?" I don't usually remember I even HAVE a radio in the thing. (Sorry, Sirius?, Pandora? or those other things) I think I must just more enjoy what's going on in my own head--the ramblings, the on-going fact-finding, the LISTS, the music, the prayers. Don't conflutterate me with that other stuff. Ditto "visual clutter." <br /><br />Quietly yours,--JennaJennanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-83454605313460930142014-04-08T00:12:16.073+01:002014-04-08T00:12:16.073+01:00Ah yes, the munchers on the bus . . . xxAh yes, the munchers on the bus . . . xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-37347924974950979632014-04-08T00:09:13.567+01:002014-04-08T00:09:13.567+01:00Gosh, I have sometimes wondered if social customs ...Gosh, I have sometimes wondered if social customs have changed when I wasn't looking and that is why so many eat noisily with mouths open. <br /><br />Aren't children trained to eat quietly anymore?<br /><br />I cannot stand it. Never could, even as a child. <br /><br />I hate public transport for that reason. Hate sitting next to someone who starts eating. <br /><br />I am also developing an extreme aversion to people who accumulate food around their mouths as they eat and do not remove it. <br /><br />Such a relief to know that if I am an obsessive in these matters, there are others like me.daisyanonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-52471550174811204182014-04-07T21:02:07.556+01:002014-04-07T21:02:07.556+01:00Heheh - hello friends - I knew there had to be som...Heheh - hello friends - I knew there had to be some reason why we all spend so much time talking to each other silently online!Pen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-85069078707896264322014-04-07T15:29:15.154+01:002014-04-07T15:29:15.154+01:00Oh my life...50% of what you wrote is me! Although...Oh my life...50% of what you wrote is me! Although I smile a lot so I don't think you'd like being near me :-D <br /><br />I think a lot of it is learned though. My Dad used to go nuts about hearing me breathe when eating so I learned not to...and also learned to hate hearing other people do it. Also, I hate when people smack their lips at the end of a sentence...or any other time...or slurp tea...or a miriad of other things...*sob*<br /><br />:-D Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-90887995433631914332014-04-07T14:57:30.096+01:002014-04-07T14:57:30.096+01:00Oh Pen, MY husband is the noisiest person I've...Oh Pen, MY husband is the noisiest person I've ever met! This is quiet me, in my house with my noisy husband!! I cannot believe there is a name for this and other people have it too! I laughed and cried at the same time, although I have stopped laughing and just crying now.Judy Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12229397963341060145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-79552882036509291622014-04-07T14:43:25.371+01:002014-04-07T14:43:25.371+01:00Oh Ember, you made me laugh so much with some of y...Oh Ember, you made me laugh so much with some of your descriptions! I'm with you concerning vacuum cleaners, and definitely with you about the squelchy tv kissing and tv sex!! Yuck, yuck, yuck! Bless you, my Sister! x xHawthornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08538563836252189874noreply@blogger.com