‘Crazy’, ‘mental’, ‘psycho’, ‘freak’. These are some of the descriptions that have been applied to me over the past forty years. When you hear them repeatedly, it stands to reason that you’ll begin to believe them, you’ll start to avoid certain people and situations, nobody wants to be around the crazy person who can’t tolerate repetitive sounds and movements. My personal experience led me to believe I was mad, this went on for years until I discovered I was none of the above labels. I now know that I’m by no means crazy, I am certainly not mentally ill, I have a neurological disorder called Misophonia.
I have written this short e-book both for fellow sufferers and for their friends and loved ones who are so often affected by this disorder. It is my hope (and life’s work) that one day, as Misophonia is gaining more recognition, that there will be an effective treatment. In the meantime, by reading others’ accounts, I hope sufferers are comforted by the fact that they are not alone and that those close to them are able to gain some insight into a much misunderstood condition.
I have written this short e-book both for fellow sufferers and for their friends and loved ones who are so often affected by this disorder. It is my hope (and life’s work) that one day, as Misophonia is gaining more recognition, that there will be an effective treatment. In the meantime, by reading others’ accounts, I hope sufferers are comforted by the fact that they are not alone and that those close to them are able to gain some insight into a much misunderstood condition.
