Misophonia.
It literally translates to the hatred of sound. It's a hypersensitivity to stimuli that most people don't even notice.
Sometimes it's noise. Sometimes it's visual.
I can't block it out either. Trust me - I've tried.
Some of my triggers - knuckles cracking, chips crunching, plastic bags rustling, silverware scraping teeth, soft or low humming, overused words, flip flops, dragging feet, legs or feet shaking, windshield wipers, bouncing balls, the lid on the trash can clicking, fingers tapping, white noise - to name just a few. Voices that I've heard all day become droning.
The real kicker to it is when I do these things I get on my own nerves.
According to www.misophonia.info, some people react violently to noise and sound. I'm not violent by any means but I get down right irritable!
If I've been around triggers all day, I have to hit my reset button (aka take a nap). Having to fight myself to stay calm and not bite someone's head off drains me.
Suppossedly you can retrain your brain to tolerate these triggers with some kind of therapy. I was going to ask my ENT about it, but someone said it wouldn't work for me. I couldn't stand the noises long enough. HA HA!
It's ironic really - people around me making these noises irritate me. And I'm sure I irritate them with my condition because they know their noises bug the snot of me.
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