The University of Wisconsin/Green Bay was holding their boys basketball games in our local arena. The P.A. (public address) system for the entire arena was being broadcast through two Bose speakers. One of those speakers, to my left, was only 50 feet from our seats. My wife and I felt it was way too loud. I brought it to the attention of the arena but to no avail. I actually felt my left ear was experiencing some hearing loss. I remember mentioning to my wife that I should get a hearing test. This was strike one.
While growing up, my parents never traveled. A goal my wife and I had as young parents was to give our children the gift of travel and teach them to feel comfortable in different lands, different cultures, different people. October of 1991 we were in
We flew back to
I went to my doctor and he suggested my problems were temporary and suggested the probable cause was the change in pressure from the flight back home. My condition continued to deteriorate. Even my voice was too difficult for me to handle. I first became hoarse and then I seemed to develop a case of severe laryngitis. In retrospect I was trying to alter to tone of my voice so my ears could tolerate it causing me to ultimately loose my voice almost completely. Two months later I traveled 6 hours (by car) to Mayo Clinic in
My wife Mary would not accept the futility of this. I remember her saying, "If they can help people who are hard of hearing, why can't they help people who hear everything too loud? Why don't you write to anyone you can find who has a problem like this?" Over the following three months I contacted the American Tinnitus Association and they gave me the names and addresses of 75 people who had a condition called hyperacusis. To this day I will be forever grateful to the ATA for giving me this information. I wrote to every one of them. This was the birth of The Hyperacusis Network.
I did not wear earplugs on a daily basis. I felt in my heart that there was no way that my auditory system could withstand this any longer. At this point I would have welcomed deafness. At the end of my work day my ears felt like raw acid was being poured down them. When I got home I went right to my bedroom and collapsed in exhaustion. I could not stand the sound of my children's voices. I could not listen to TV because now I heard an extremely high frequency pitch which I never heard before. I could not talk on the telephone and it felt like someone was pushing their finger on my eardrum creating such a feeling of pressure I thought they would explode. Those were difficult days and I am not ashamed to admit that privately I shed many tears.
One night on the TV show 20/20 they had a segment about autistic children and Auditory Integration Therapy. I went to
Months later I received a letter from Bill Altmann explaining a therapy that was being administered by the
When I got home I tried to fulfill the protocol at that time of wearing the sound generators for at least 2 hours a day and try to build up to at least 6 hours a day. During those early days of retraining I had some mild setbacks. I remember Susan telling me that ours ears should remain active and that unexpected everyday surprise sounds that come with normal living should not be viewed as a negative. I believe that is good advice. The retraining therapy is performed so conservatively that it is designed not to exacerbate our hyperacusis or tinnitus. While it is ever so slowly building tolerance, our ears are also able to handle surprise sounds. These surprise sounds are certainly distressing to us and worrisome but they help us and increasingly make our ears stronger. However it is clear to me that anyone doing retraining should use ear protection when they are going to a loud event or dealing with large family gatherings.
After six months I felt I was going nowhere. I thought seriously about giving up this so called retraining therapy. After all, what kind of rehab shows no results after six months? I never called Susan Gold back for follow-up counseling but in retrospect I think that is crucial because so many people bail out of retraining. I kept telling myself that I made a commitment to see this thing through and besides, nothing else up to this point has worked. I have always been a self-motivated person and refused to quit even though everything in my gut told me to bail out.
At the six and a half month mark I noticed something ever so subtle. I have this darn Pepsi vending machine at my business and the motor emits a high frequency that is so unpleasant that I can't wait to get past it. For the first time I realized that the Pepsi machine was less bothersome. It was such a subtle thing but it was big to me because I felt I was finally seeing some progress. To me, that was a major turning point. I felt like I might be getting my life back.
To fast forward, I completed 18 months of retraining. Since that time I have worked at building my tolerance to sound in other ways. For example, if I am in a large gathering and I start to feel pressure (fullness) in my ears I do not put ear protection in place. After a period of time the feeling of fullness increases in my ears to the point were I eventually put a half of foam ear plug in my ear. As time has gone by I have built my tolerance to sound by doing this and it has worked. In fact, two years ago (2002) I was two feet away from an incinerator when an aerosol can exploded. It blew open the incinerator door and spewed flaming debris on everything in the room (including me). I worried about the sound and how my ears would handle this. It is amazing how retraining toughens up your ears. I had no setback. At this point in my life I do not carry around earplugs in my pockets unless I am going to an event which I know will be loud (like a movie theater). In emergency situations I have five different size earplugs – called fingers which I can quickly stick in my ears.
I think the retraining is the best thing we have right now. It is a therapy that is safe and effective. Because it is so conservative, it takes a long time to come back. In some rare cases, retraining brings a patient back nearly 100%. The network found that 91% of patients who completed retraining the average improvement was from 15-75%. For that reason alone I would never say retraining provides a complete recovery for everyone. However, it gave me my life back and I am grateful for that. I hope this is a story of hope for those who are going through the struggle of hyperacusis. When you get hyperacusis you have to be pro-active and not let this thing beat you, because it can if you let it. I believe it is pointless to put your faith in all kinds of other things like gingko biloba, chiropractic, and homeopathic treatments when we have something here that clearly will give you your life back. I think anything else at this point is a waste of valuable time and money. This therapy is so kind and gentle on the ears and deals with the problem head on. I believe there are two dimensions to hyperacusis. One, I think there is something that is physically wrong with our ears. Two, I think the way our brain processes sound has also been affected. The second part can be re-processed and our brain can be retrained to build our tolerance to sound. In time, I believe we will find the secret to the entire problem but this is the best we have for now. Go for it and get on with your life!
This is Lynn's Story
Late April 2002 I came down with a ring in my left ear that eventually went to both ears. That progressed to chimes, machine like sounds, shrills, and steam. I saw an ENT who said come back in 6 months if you are not better.
My medical provider said Eustachian Tubes were the problem so she gave me medicine and inhalents and an ear cleaning solution that made my ears pop loud like a blow light bulb going off a few hours after being home.
The medicine and inhalents did not work and made my ears scream like crickets. I stopped using them and the crickets calmed down. I started taking Trazadone so I could sleep at night while I waited this thing out.
I started using wax earplugs because of my daughter's daily yelling. She is severely autistic and I was around her a lot back then. I was afraid my tinnitus would get worse. I got the most terrible pain and infection feeling in my ears late that summer so I took a Cephalexin antibiotic and was using a window fan which made me sick.
My ears started there thudding out loud. It did not cure my ear symptoms so I took a different antibiotic. I had an MRI, (a hearing test) that said I heard well but my stapedial reflux had no response. By January of 2003 I was starting to get hearing sensitivity and could no longer take my daughters off the bus.
I phoned the American Tinnitus Association because I believed I had the worst tinnitus ever. I did not know what to do. They mentioned The Hyperacusis Network and suggested I their pink noise tape from the
I did not know what hyperacusis was but scheduled lots of ENT, hearing tests, and had an ear plug mold made. I also saw an acupuncturist who used acupressure to get help. That month was just too much and too loud for me and I collapsed into the worst hyperacusis ever. I sought relief by going to my quiet bedroom. I still had two young children to take care of at that time and had to depend on my husband whenever I could.
I got my pink noise tape in the mail around that time. I had the echoing, vibration, rumbling, tensor spasm, distortion, burning ear, fluid, and feeling of fullness. Voices had to be held down to a whisper I could not even handle my own voice. Dish's, silverware, metal clicks, flushing, water running, fan's, the sound of paper moving or turning, voices, everything bothered me and hurt to hear.
My tinnitus and hyperacusis was reacting to the sounds of water and playing the sounds back to me including my fireplace blower and the pink noise tape. It was terrible.
Everything was too loud and caused me pain with strange reactions inside my ears. I found an acupuncturist and chiropractor close to where I lived. I went everywhere with wax earplugs and muffs and eventually bought a Bose noise cancellation headset. I finally connected to The Hyperacusis Network in
I had four hearing tests by then and was hearing in the
From the information from others I got on this board I started doing music therapy by turning on my favorite cable station. At the time I could not turn it on at all and was accusing others of messing with the volume as the volume kept changing and getting louder. It was my brain doing the adjusting but I didn't know it.
But I worked on this the summer of 2003 and by September I could sing out loud again and talk out loud again. I did this even after I was better but I also started using a sound machine around that time by the side of my bed. It helped de-sensitize me to the sounds in the morning.
By November 2003 I phoned Dr. Jack Vernon. I asked him about whether I should try going to my folks for Christmas. My tinnitus was bad and I wasn't doing good. He said I should go. He suggested I don't wear earplugs in the car or at my folks. If it get's too loud leave the room or use your fingers. I said I can't do it as I still use earplugs in the car. After talking with him a few times I did go. I came home with disco tinnitus but it cleared up the next day. I listened to people talking without using earplugs every day. The voices of my twin autistic girls was horrible as there voices were loud and assaulted my ears. It felt like I was being kicked in my eardrums but I stuck it out and the voices came down.
It took a couple of weeks of this practice exposure and the loudness started to drop. By Februayr of 2004 my ear spasms to sound were totally gone and voices sounded normal again. Dr Vernon was right.
Now I can take showers again and use the Jacuzzi with jets on. My hyperacusis and tinnitus would once react to those sounds but not anymore. Now I can even sit by the fireplace blower.
"My retraining" from came from using my molded earplugs (with no holes in them) was my way of improving my ears without plugging up my ears from sound. Now I can even water my front and back yard. I only push in my earplugs if I hear a loud airplane or other loud sounds.
They were my security blanket to help me retrain and not shut out all sound. I could keep them loosely in my ears so they were handy to have. This was hard to do but worked for me and now my loudness disorder I would say is probably gone as nothing sounds hyperacusis loud to me anymore.
My pink noise tape has been used in the kitchen, frontroom, yard, where ever I am in the house with the sounds of normal chores . I got used to the pink noise tape playing and incorporated it into my life as I did the sounds around me.
My symptoms are about all gone except the muscle thumping jumping problem I have mostly in my left ear. I would say I'm about 90 percent better and my only problem right now with sounds is some discomfort (not pain) felt with high frequencies at loud volume.
I know my tolerance and limitations at this time and they are pretty good. I do use muffs when using my vacuum cleaner which is loud.
But this is so much better than I was before. And I'm surprised I got better with how bad I was at one time. White noise contains frequenies between 20 to 20,000 Hz. Pink noise contains frequency's between 200 to 6,000 Hz.
The Hyperacusis Network Pink sound CD is pure pink noise. I ordered it in October 2003 but I was accustomed to using the Pink Noise tape from
I gave up my Trazadone about a year or more ago and used Magnesium and Vitamin B alot with my exposures to sound on retraining myself to sound. Magnesium depletes from your ear with loud noise. Hope this helps.
This is Heidi's story
I was 15 years old. The august sun shone brightly through the large picture windows into the living room where I was playing the piano. Some of my brothers and sisters, about four of them, were noisily playing a game in there, also. My music just added to the noise and general confusion.
On of them wandered over and leaned against the piano while watching the others play, then suddenly shouted something to them-right in my ear! "Ow! Be quiet!" I said irritably, pulling away, and continued my sonata. The others kept playing, and, for a brief moment, all seemed okay.
The piano, in fact, the whole room, seemed as though someone had taken hold of the volume button and was steadily turning it up. I quit playing; the piano was too loud-hurting my ears. 'Strange…' I thought, furrowing my brow. 'Oh well.' I picked up my guitar-it would be quieter. A few strums and it hurt my ears, too! 'What's going on here?' The volume kept growing louder, and louder, and LOUDER! – I fled from the room. Up the stairs, through the hall and up to the attic I ran like someone was chasing me. Anywhere-just to get away from the ever-growing monster of noise. I ran around the chimney to the other side of the attic and to my desk, it was the one place in the house farthest from the noise.
I sank into my pink office chair, set my hands on the desk and gazed ahead through the octagon window. It faced west; I looked out at the fields. The corn had started to turn brown, getting ready for harvest next month. I looked up at the blue sky with the white, airy clouds floating slowly across it's face-silently.
I wondered. 'What is going on? This is so strange, what's happening?' I felt I was in a blur-like a very accelerated Ferris wheel. Even the silence hurt. My head was throbbing. I tried to whisper, but it was unearthly loud and my ears screeched with pain-so I stopped. I looked out the window again. 'Dear God, what's happening?'
I then talked with the only One who knew what was going on. I knew He loved me, He was in control, and that I could trust Him. He'd "never leave me nor forsake me". This assurance was one of the two key things that led to my recovery. I had been praying about my future, and I knew that somehow this was in God's plan-but I wished I knew what this was! I was scared by the pain, the strangeness, the not-knowing. But I was not overwhelmed with these scared feelings-I didn't feel like I was going crazy. There was a peace that I had not known before like this-an uncanny, different peace that could be there in the middle of confusion, like an oasis in the storm. Even though this-whatever it was-had happened to me, inside I felt the "peace that passes understanding" that Jesus promised those who believe in Him.
One of my brothers came up to the attic. "Mom wants you, Heidi," he said, and ran back downstairs as I tried to figure out what to say-without speaking! I faced a dilemma, I couldn't venture to the noisy downstairs to Mom, and I couldn't communicate to her why I couldn't go downstairs. She came up after me a little while later, displeased with my disobedience.
Imagine endeavoring to talk, but every word that you say piercing your own ears, to your Mother, who is not happy, and then trying to tell her, with respect, that you can't stand the sound of her voice. Not easy.
My mother finally realized something was wrong with me, and tried to understand, too, what had happened to me. It was hard for her to totally believe me, it seemed so unreal. She must have been slightly skeptical. After all, having an imagined sudden attack of earache could have been to my advantage. But I also was truthful, so , it was hard to know what to think.
I guess she and Dad decided to believe me, because everyone in the household was kept down to a whisper. One of them brought my supper up on a metal tray to me-still in the attic. As she walked across the dark green carpet, a piece of silverware clanged against the tray. I recoiled in pain.
I slept in the attic, ate in the attic, lived in the attic. And everyone else tried to be quiet, which was extremely hard for a family of eight. It was easy to forget since they were used to being loud.
The next day Mom took me to our general physician. She thought I had an ear infection and gave me a prescription. I steadily got better over the next two weeks, but the day after the prescription ran out, my ears became almost as sensitive as before. I got a refill, but it didn't help at all.
We went to a specialist, he said I had TMJ. We went to an orthodontist. The orthodontist said TMJ wouldn't affect me ears that way. We went back to the specialist, and his assistant fitted me with custom-made, $80 pink/white/purple earplugs. We contacted the Mayo clinic. The only suggestion they had was for me to do my schoolwork in a separate room, away from the rest of my home educated family.
That was a blow. To think that the experts' only advice was just to try to cope with the constant pain discouraged me. 'When am I going to get over this thing?' I thought. "Will it be for the rest of my life?' That would be almost unbearable. I just tried not to think about it.
It was hard, though. I was constantly improving in how much sound I could tolerate, and then I would have a relapse. I would start over, trying to coax my ears to accept more and more noise, till I would be exposed to a loud sound-and fall back again. It would happen every week, sometimes every day, in differing degrees. My mom said, "When Heidi would hear a loud sound, I could estimate it would send her back, say, two weeks until she would be able to tolerate what she could before. And it would be."
It was difficult for my family to be able to judge how much sound I could take; each day it was changed! Yesterday I would be able to stand the ting of a fork against a plate, today I covered my ears and cried. It was hard for them to believe I wasn't faking it. They still didn't understand what I was feeling. That was the hardest part of the whole ordeal.
There were only a couple things that helped soothe my ears. One was wearing my multi-colored earplugs almost all day. By doing that, I soon was able to do some of my schoolwork in the same room as the others.
The other thing that helped was doing outside. I felt more cheerful then, except when the crickets were too loud. Just taking a walk in the cool fresh air helped me "walk out" my frustration and enjoy the beauty of the nature God had created. I could softly talk, or some days only whisper, as I talked to Him. I was realizing more-and-more H was my best friend, especially when all my other friends stopped writing.
As the months went by, life was slowly getting easier-I was slowly increasing my tolerance. In January, I went with my family to a wedding in
Then I relapsed. In April, an ear infection came with my cold, and it was back to square one. Oh, that was so hard to accept. I thought I was almost done! And now I had to start over? Eight months of struggling-almost well-and then it was like my goad was snatched away. And if I got back to where I was before, then what? Would this be the way the rest of my life? Struggle, plain, tears, then relapse. I was back to the attic.
Now as I look back, I see everything in a different light. I'm glad I didn't know the future back then; it was such a growing time for me.
A month after my relapse, through a dear friend, I found my condition was called hyperacusis and there were a whole lot of other people who had it, too. She found The Hyperacusis Network on the Internet, and we read all the information from it. Finally, my family started to realize what I was going through, instead of just having to take my word for it. They, especially Mom, helped me by finding a good hyperacusis doctor, staying quiet, padding the table, using paper and plastic plates, and just making the house more sound-absorbent.
I found there was hope for my recovery, too, though it sounded like a slim possibility to me. I tried the TRT with the little sound generators in my ears. After about a month I returned them to the doctor; having something in my ears, and the noise they made irritated me. We thought that the negative response they invoked counteracted the purpose. I've never enjoyed radio stateJ My mother called every specialist in the
By listening to that white noise 24/7 on my sound spas, slowly over the months turning the volume up, and weaning myself off ear plugs, unless there was a very loud noise, I recovered. I made a couple of visits to a doctor trained in hyperacusis therapy, Dr. Diane Duddy at
It's four years since I got hyperacusis. I now am able to tolerate almost any noise. I can wash dishes, vacuum, play the piano to my heart's contest, and yell for my team. I don't drive the tractor yet, though. I can attend college, and I have a fairly quiet job as a graphic designer. I was able to go to Bible camp this year and be in the same dining hall with 75 little kids plus the other staff; I only had to go out when they banged on the tables, or during the singing.
I could hardly believe it when I found recovery was possible. But it came to be. I had it really bad for only 18 months, though it seemed like forever at the time. While going though it was not fun, I can truly say that I am very thankful for the experience. And I am very glad to be recovered. Praise God.