Hi all, I have been a regular on Tinnitus Talk since 2019, but I feel the need to share my tinnitus history as my emotional state is currently at its lowest.
I will try to be as concise as possible so as not to make it too boring to read.
The first time I had tinnitus was in 2012. I was 21, and it happened in a bar in Manchester, where I was doing my Erasmus.
During the evening, I wore earplugs because I was already aware of the dangers of noise. At one point, I removed my earplugs to hear my friends, and it only took a few minutes for me to develop my very first tinnitus.
Luckily, it was only one sound, and it was so faint that I got completely used to it after a few weeks.
I was able to live a completely normal life and sleep without any problems.
Since then, I have always worn custom-made hearing protection that provides minus 25 dB of attenuation.
I used to go to parties and nightclubs without any problems, until 2019, when I went to a pagan metal festival.
The music was very loud, but I stayed at the back of the room and took regular breaks. Of course, I wore my custom-made minus 25 dB hearing protection.
Unfortunately, this did not prevent me from suffering an extremely serious sound trauma that has left me severely disabled ever since. I developed at least five different tinnitus sounds (such as dental drills, sirens, pipes, Morse code, etc.) and hyperacusis.
This festival certainly did not respect the regulatory decibel threshold in France, because I should never have suffered this sound trauma while wearing custom-made minus 25 dB hearing protection.
I still cannot accept that this has happened, when most people go to parties every weekend without any protection and never develop tinnitus, or develop it only after years without protection.
But in short, since that day my life has become a nightmare.
I have no more social life, and above all, I no longer sleep, because the tinnitus wakes me up constantly.
In 2020, I took Naproxen for foot pain for a few days. The result was worse tinnitus.
My ENT confirmed that it is indeed an ototoxic anti-inflammatory. Such bad luck, especially since I could have done without it.
Until 2023, I lived in complete silence, avoiding noisy activities.
My emotional state improved, and I slept much better. I felt almost cured, even though my tinnitus was still loud, and had even considered posting a success story on Tinnitus Talk.
I was feeling so much better two years ago that I started to socialise again, going to bars, parties, and sometimes clubs.
I resumed my social life not mainly for pleasure, but mainly to find a woman.
Unfortunately, this resumption of social life made my tinnitus worse than ever.
I have been living in absolute hell for two years. I cannot sleep at all, despite the combination of medicines I am taking (Mirtazapine, Melatonin, Alimemazine, Quetiapine).
Absolutely nothing works, because my tinnitus is so intense. It wakes me up every thirty minutes on average.
My tinnitus is so intense that I can even hear it in the noisy Paris underground or on a train. Just imagine.
I am living a nightmare. I cannot even go to work anymore because of the lack of sleep.
Fortunately, I have been able to negotiate four days a week of working from home. If I did not have the option to work from home, I would not even be able to work at all.
I am 34 years old and I live alone, locked in my room, with no hope.
I will never dare go back to a social life, given the hell I am going through at the moment.
I only go out to do the shopping and go to the gym, because it is the last activity I have, even though it is very hard to do when I am so tired.
I really do not know what to do.
I am lost. I cry every day.
I have lost everything because of this horrible disease.
I have the bitter feeling that I have wasted not only my youth, the best years of my life, but my whole life.
Thank you for taking the time to read everything.
Perhaps my story will help you put things into perspective if your situation is less serious.
I do not know how I am going to cope with living like this for another fifty years.
I badly need support.
Please write to me. I am going insane. I feel so lonely in my room.
I will try to be as concise as possible so as not to make it too boring to read.
The first time I had tinnitus was in 2012. I was 21, and it happened in a bar in Manchester, where I was doing my Erasmus.
During the evening, I wore earplugs because I was already aware of the dangers of noise. At one point, I removed my earplugs to hear my friends, and it only took a few minutes for me to develop my very first tinnitus.
Luckily, it was only one sound, and it was so faint that I got completely used to it after a few weeks.
I was able to live a completely normal life and sleep without any problems.
Since then, I have always worn custom-made hearing protection that provides minus 25 dB of attenuation.
I used to go to parties and nightclubs without any problems, until 2019, when I went to a pagan metal festival.
The music was very loud, but I stayed at the back of the room and took regular breaks. Of course, I wore my custom-made minus 25 dB hearing protection.
Unfortunately, this did not prevent me from suffering an extremely serious sound trauma that has left me severely disabled ever since. I developed at least five different tinnitus sounds (such as dental drills, sirens, pipes, Morse code, etc.) and hyperacusis.
This festival certainly did not respect the regulatory decibel threshold in France, because I should never have suffered this sound trauma while wearing custom-made minus 25 dB hearing protection.
I still cannot accept that this has happened, when most people go to parties every weekend without any protection and never develop tinnitus, or develop it only after years without protection.
But in short, since that day my life has become a nightmare.
I have no more social life, and above all, I no longer sleep, because the tinnitus wakes me up constantly.
In 2020, I took Naproxen for foot pain for a few days. The result was worse tinnitus.
My ENT confirmed that it is indeed an ototoxic anti-inflammatory. Such bad luck, especially since I could have done without it.
Until 2023, I lived in complete silence, avoiding noisy activities.
My emotional state improved, and I slept much better. I felt almost cured, even though my tinnitus was still loud, and had even considered posting a success story on Tinnitus Talk.
I was feeling so much better two years ago that I started to socialise again, going to bars, parties, and sometimes clubs.
I resumed my social life not mainly for pleasure, but mainly to find a woman.
Unfortunately, this resumption of social life made my tinnitus worse than ever.
I have been living in absolute hell for two years. I cannot sleep at all, despite the combination of medicines I am taking (Mirtazapine, Melatonin, Alimemazine, Quetiapine).
Absolutely nothing works, because my tinnitus is so intense. It wakes me up every thirty minutes on average.
My tinnitus is so intense that I can even hear it in the noisy Paris underground or on a train. Just imagine.
I am living a nightmare. I cannot even go to work anymore because of the lack of sleep.
Fortunately, I have been able to negotiate four days a week of working from home. If I did not have the option to work from home, I would not even be able to work at all.
I am 34 years old and I live alone, locked in my room, with no hope.
I will never dare go back to a social life, given the hell I am going through at the moment.
I only go out to do the shopping and go to the gym, because it is the last activity I have, even though it is very hard to do when I am so tired.
I really do not know what to do.
I am lost. I cry every day.
I have lost everything because of this horrible disease.
I have the bitter feeling that I have wasted not only my youth, the best years of my life, but my whole life.
Thank you for taking the time to read everything.
Perhaps my story will help you put things into perspective if your situation is less serious.
I do not know how I am going to cope with living like this for another fifty years.
I badly need support.
Please write to me. I am going insane. I feel so lonely in my room.