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For some reason I thought it was safe to walk around on the (metro) street. There was a time where my T went down so low that I could barely notice it. I've been wondering why I hadn't gotten back to that point in a while. But then it occurred to me after a particularly noisy wait at the bus stop that going outside and walking around (I don't live in the suburbs) must have been making it worse. Posting this because it is an upsetting revelation. It should have been obvious. While I am not in the city proper, I do live in a busy area and the sidewalks are very close to the actual traffic. It sort of clicked when I thought back to all the times I've tried to talk on the phone but had difficulty hearing the person on the other line.
I wish I had figured this out sooner. It's awful feeling that one has possibly compromised their chances of full recovery from such a stupid decision. (Multiple decisions, honestly. Because I go outside for 5-30 minutes almost daily) Part of the problem for me is that I still can't figure out earplugs and how to wear them. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. I follow the directions and have watched hopeful videos on YouTube but they can never fit in my ears all the way. (foam) I just bought some silicone ones so hopefully I can actually figure these out.
My T is still manageable at this point. I wish it could be quieter but I could perceive myself adapting to the current volume. But "manageable" isn't exactly a reassuring word. I have to "manage" my pain (another thing I have thanks to being dumb). "Manageable" may as well be another word for depression. "Manageable" is supposed to be something akin to "count your blessings" but ends up being a nostalgic daydream of life as it was meant to be. Counting blessings doesn't actually make me feel better, it just makes me feel like a shell of a person. I could better cope with it if I was just unlucky. If it was just something that happened to me. But it's my fault. All my misery is my fault. When it's my fault it means it's always been me that is the problem. I am just naturally a defective person. As a faceless entity, I'm sure most people could say that I deserve my pain. In the end, it's not about that I've continued to walk down busy streets without ear protection like an idiot, it's that I can't stop making stupid decisions.
I'm not looking for anything with this post. Just wanted some place to put this.
For some reason I thought it was safe to walk around on the (metro) street. There was a time where my T went down so low that I could barely notice it. I've been wondering why I hadn't gotten back to that point in a while. But then it occurred to me after a particularly noisy wait at the bus stop that going outside and walking around (I don't live in the suburbs) must have been making it worse. Posting this because it is an upsetting revelation. It should have been obvious. While I am not in the city proper, I do live in a busy area and the sidewalks are very close to the actual traffic. It sort of clicked when I thought back to all the times I've tried to talk on the phone but had difficulty hearing the person on the other line.
I wish I had figured this out sooner. It's awful feeling that one has possibly compromised their chances of full recovery from such a stupid decision. (Multiple decisions, honestly. Because I go outside for 5-30 minutes almost daily) Part of the problem for me is that I still can't figure out earplugs and how to wear them. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. I follow the directions and have watched hopeful videos on YouTube but they can never fit in my ears all the way. (foam) I just bought some silicone ones so hopefully I can actually figure these out.
My T is still manageable at this point. I wish it could be quieter but I could perceive myself adapting to the current volume. But "manageable" isn't exactly a reassuring word. I have to "manage" my pain (another thing I have thanks to being dumb). "Manageable" may as well be another word for depression. "Manageable" is supposed to be something akin to "count your blessings" but ends up being a nostalgic daydream of life as it was meant to be. Counting blessings doesn't actually make me feel better, it just makes me feel like a shell of a person. I could better cope with it if I was just unlucky. If it was just something that happened to me. But it's my fault. All my misery is my fault. When it's my fault it means it's always been me that is the problem. I am just naturally a defective person. As a faceless entity, I'm sure most people could say that I deserve my pain. In the end, it's not about that I've continued to walk down busy streets without ear protection like an idiot, it's that I can't stop making stupid decisions.
I'm not looking for anything with this post. Just wanted some place to put this.