You know that feeling of white-hot rage when someone next to you is chewing so loudly it's like they were raised in a barn?
Or when your significant other is breathing so loudly at night you cannot believe their audacity?
There's a name for that!
It's called misophonia.
I am a sufferer of misophonia. My poor husband James knows this well. Certain noises drive me up the wall.
It was bad enough when it was just the two of us. (See: chewing.) But now that I live in a house full of loud boys, the struggle is increasingly real.
I have earplugs.
I have headphones.
I have anxiety medication.
But I do have to tell you it is nice knowing there's an actual name for this noise intolerance rather than it's just me being a jerk. Other people totally understand, too.
