Imagine this: My partner is munching on a blackberry mere inches from my face, and the noise is unbearable. I lean back, shooting him the kind of glare that could stop a train, and he knows he needs to cut it out—fast. Instead, he leans in closer, crunches louder, and jokingly calls me crazy. My heart races as I escape the room, feeling like I’m the one losing my mind. But in reality, it’s his epic blackberry crunching that’s driving me up the wall!
I’ve been told I’m not the most “normal” person in certain situations. For instance, when someone sneezes in a car, I roll down the window like it’s a matter of life and death. At Costco, the sound of someone dragging their feet on the concrete floor makes me feel nauseous. And in the cinema, if I’m stuck between enthusiastic popcorn munchers, I have to change seats.
But this time, I have to admit it: I’m the crazy one. Turns out, I have a real condition—one that was even mentioned on the “LIVE Kelly and Michael” show. Kelly Ripa revealed that she has misophonia, a neurological disorder that elicits intense negative emotions—anger, disgust, and hatred—triggered by certain sounds. Hearing her talk about how she has to leave the house when her husband eats a peach made me realize I’m not alone in this struggle.
I dash to inform my partner about my newfound diagnosis.
“Who’s Kelly?” he asks.
“Kelly Ripa! The talk show host! We both have misophonia—can you believe it? She wants to punch her husband when he eats a peach too!” I go on, trying to explain it as a rare mental illness, which, of course, means I am crazy.
“Isn’t this an amazing discovery?” I excitedly inquire, but he simply walks away, crunching on a handful of almonds, while I seriously contemplate a kitchen knife duel.
Convincing him of my condition might be a lost cause, but it’s real, and I’ve dealt with it my whole life. The list of triggering sounds is endless: running water, pen clicking, nail clippers, humming, beeping, whistling, slurping, chewing, booming bass, lawn mowers, you name it.
There are ways to mitigate these irritating noises, but I’ve recently discovered I’m losing my hearing. At 44 years old, needing to wear hearing aids may seem like a burden, but I’m oddly relieved. I can simply turn them off when things get too noisy.
It must run in the family. If I want to annoy my older sister, I just call her up and rustle a plastic shopping bag over the phone. I can always expect a quick hang-up, followed by a return call with her slurping cereal into the receiver.
Amused by the irony of my hearing aids and this whole situation, I glance at my six-year-old daughter who’s dozing off beside me.
“Mom, can you stop breathing so loud?” she whispers.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I totally understand,” I reply. “I’ll try to breathe in another direction. Or better yet, just not at all.”
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In summary, misophonia is more than just a quirky annoyance; it’s a legitimate condition that can significantly impact daily life. Understanding and sharing experiences can foster connections among those who face similar challenges.
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