So I've beeb kind of upset now for the past 2 weeks. Why? Because I believe I may of contracted permanent tinnitus,
I went to a rave with my friend 2 weeks agos without earplugs. I foolishly assumed the music wouldn't be that loud, because I've been to events similar in the past that never made my ears ring. But I was wrong. This event was far louder than I've ever experienced before. I went to sleep that night thinking it would leave in the morning. And it did...for my right ear. My left however, remains affliected by this ringing status. It has gone done in the past few days, but it concerns me. Most people online say, after doing some research, that it's supposed to go away in "a few days to a week".
But I's been 2 weeks now! It concerns me greatly. 2 doctors I saw in a walk in clinic too said "It'll be fine in a week" after visiting a doctor after a few days of ringing when I first got it. But it hasn't. I fear they may just have no idea. Although it's better than before and I can hear perfectly fine, I 'm scared that I may have ringing in my left ear permanetly...
It depresses me. First time my ears have ever rang, and it's been lasting far longer than the average person. Why? Why me? Many people get off the hook in a few days from ringing ears after a concert, no problem. I don't even go to these events often, this was the first rave I've been to in a year or so. So I just happen to be the one who gets extra punishment? I wasn't even near the speaker, and it was only 3 hours. Most tinnitus is supposed to be cause by prolonged noise exposure. But apparently for me, nope. One shot, I may have it for life. Just me and my awful luck. I learned my lesson, I'll always wear earplugs now. Why does just one time have to cause this trauma onto me!?!
So while this is depressing me, does anyone else have or have had tinnitus before? Has anyone else taken this long to hear after noise exposure like a rave or concert?
Please give me some advice. I don't know if I can handle tinnitus for the rest of my life. There's no cure for it either. Sigh.
I have what I like to call two "layers" of tinnitus. The first is a high-frequency whine, like the kind a TV makes, in my left ear. This started completely at random when I was in third grade. I still remember the day it started; I heard the high-frequency noise I always heard when the living room TV was on. I went downstairs to shut it off, only to find that the TV was already off. It frightened me, and for a few nights I thought I had brain cancer or something, but I never told anyone about it, and eventually just got used to it.
The second is something that started more recently, around the end of college or maybe the year immediately following it. Around this time, I attended four or five rock concerts. Sure, they were loud, but no louder than any of the dozens of concerts my numerous tinnitus-free friends had been to in their lives. And yet, I found myself with a slight but noticeable ringing in my right ear--worse at some times than others, namely when I was tired or stressed. Me, of all people, who didn't even start listening to music until halfway through high school and didn't attend a rock concert until well into college. Yet somehow, these few exposures were enough to leave a lasting, ringing impression, and nobody else I knew suffered from it, in spite of the fact that many of my friends are concert fanatics who've never worn earplugs in their life.
It kind of plagued me on and off for several years. And by that, I mean it was always there, but I'd just forget about it and not notice it for several weeks/months at a time, then I'd suddenly remember it again and couldn't stop noticing it for several weeks/months, and then the cycle would repeat itself. I preferred busy days because they kept me occupied, kept me from remembering it and hearing it. Sometimes I'd go on researching sprees trying to find out all about the causes, and about treatments, and potential cures (note: there is ongoing research on tinnitus and cures for it. Obviously it's not as big a research area as, say, cancer or something, but there is hope for effective treatments/cures in our lifetime). About a year ago, I went through a period of intense almost-depression where I couldn't stomach the fact that I'll probably never hear complete and utter silence.
But shortly afterward, I came to accept it, and now, I've even embraced it. It's not like it prevents me from hearing the world normally. I am still able to hear all the things that go on in the world, just as I always have, and I still have better hearing than any of my friends (ie, I can pick up subtle noises that they can't). Now I've gotten to the point where I own it; it's
my tinnitus. It's part of me, and it's always there with me--it's a constant in my life, something I'll have even if things around me change. And there's something oddly comforting about that. It's not my enemy anymore. It's a friend. An annoying friend, but a friend nonetheless.
I don't usually post much in this room, and I don't even check these threads very often, but I happened to see your post and felt obligated to respond. I know what it feels like to have that ringing in your ears which no one around you seems to understand, even if they are sympathetic about it. It's made me feel silly, at times--sure, it's an annoying sound in my ear, but it's not like it's hurting me, not like it's preventing me from doing all the things I've always done, not like it's a debilitating disease that will cause me to wither away and die, so what right do I have to feel tormented and depressed over something that's so superficial? What right do I have to feel depressed over a little ringing in my ears, when there are people in the world fighting real disease and poverty and pain and anguish? But it did make me feel tormented and depressed, and that's okay. The prospect of hearing it forever, especially when you lie down to sleep and the world is silent and you can't not think about it, can be depressing. But I moved past that.
Anyway, I hope that your tinnitus does go away, like the doctors said. But just know that, even though it might be depressing at times, it's not the end of the world, and it doesn't have to be depressing.