Personal Tinnitus Experience
Synopsis: Tinnitus sabotaged my music my marriage and sometimes my very desire to live.
Main DigestPerhaps the tinnitus was caused by all of those over-the-counter decongestants I was taking for my flu, or maybe it was the stress of being at the pinnacle of my performing career, or maybe it was the news that my wife, Nancy, was giving up a good paying job, or a combination thereof.
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I have devoted my life to the study of sound. I am not a physicist, a doctor, a scientist, nor an audiologist. I am a master of sound, an accomplished concert pianist.
Since the age of eight, I've studied the relationship between the body and the vibration of musical notes. What I couldn't have known is that one day I would deeply yearn for the one note I would never hear again - the note of "no sound."
Perhaps the tinnitus was caused by all of those over-the-counter decongestants I was taking for my flu, or maybe it was the stress of being at the pinnacle of my performing career, or maybe it was the news that my wife, Nancy, was giving up a good paying job, or a combination thereof. Whatever it was, one night I dreamed I was sitting on an airport tarmac between two jet engines. When I woke up, I realized this noise wasn't just a dream. It was in my head! I rolled off the bed onto the floor in a fetal position with hands over my ears.
Over the next few weeks, I begged doctors to help me. My journey of hope began with visits to family doctors, referrals, and audiologists. Weeks turned into years with more research leading my wife and me to more doctors, shamans, and dozens of healers around the world. We live in Canada, but traveled to as far away as Japan.
What started as my journey of hope turned into a dark and painful life with bouts of deep depression. The tinnitus sabotaged my music, my marriage, and sometimes my very desire to live. The worst part was that because my injury was not visible to the world, people had no appreciation or ability to feel compassion for my suffering. I felt very alone. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe Van Gogh cut off his ear to make his suffering visible to the world - not because he thought it would stop his tinnitus.
Believing no one in the world could understand my physical pain, or my emotional burden, I turned to the Internet only to find chat groups with more stories of chronic depression and misery. It became clear I wasn't alone in my suffering, but it didn't make me feel better about my situation. That was when my wife became the most afraid, and ordered me to stay out of the virtual company of these sufferers, and instead to stay abreast of research through the American Tinnitus Association.
I was so busy fighting the tinnitus and struggling to make it through the day, I barely noticed my wife's struggle with my tinnitus too. I had no energy for her personal fight to keep me alive, or to fight the Canadian Hearing Association when they told me they couldn't measure the volume of the noise I hear (higher than their instruments could measure). I had no strength to fight the audiologist who sold me "white noise/masking hearing aids" that, despite my discipline, hope, and full cooperation, didn't work for me. I didn't have the energy to fight other health professionals who tried to help but whose good ideas didn't work. They got my money; I kept the tinnitus.
My last hope, or so I thought, was an audiologist and medical doctor team who specialized in treating musician's hearing problems. Because I'm self employed, I have no drug insurance plan. Feeling for my situation, they gave me dozen packets of antidepressants. Feeling hopeful that maybe they would work, I poured the boxes out on the kitchen table. That's when I noticed my wife's anger and when she gave me the ultimatum: "Paul, either you choose to live your life on antidepressants, or you choose to face your disability and conquer it. If you choose to conquer it, you will live a happy life with me and Adrian [our son]. If you choose the antidepressants, you will miss your music and your family. It'll all be gone." She stood there with hands on hips and said, "You choose now, because I'm ready to live with whatever you choose."
With my glimmer of hope turning into profound rage, I swept the table with my arm, and all the pill boxes flew around the room. My rage turned into deep sorrow for my loss of silence, and I bawled for the longest time, curled up on the floor. Nancy never came to comfort me. Maybe she knew I needed to let go of my rage. She watched standing at a distance and repeated the words "You must choose now. It's been four years, and you have to choose what you are going to do." I sheepishly got up knowing that I would get no sympathy from her now. This was tough love. I picked up the packets, and began to flush the pills down the toilet.
I cried all night, mourning the fact that after four years, the tinnitus wasn't going away. I had cried many times before, but this time was different. On this night, I began to surrender to the tinnitus. I knew the tinnitus would somehow have to become my new best friend.
But I wouldn't be doing it alone. With Nancy and Adrian by my side, my tinnitus healthcare team at the ready, a new spiritual mentor into my life, I was introduced to books about the theory of mind, body, and spirit. I kept a journal of what I ate, how I lived, and my thought processes. Over a period of time, I learned by trial and error that I could control the volume of my tinnitus by completely eliminating wheat products, milk, caffeine, yellow vegetables, pork, salt, red wine, and citrus fruits from my diet, and introducing a high-protein diet of beef and certain types of beans, plus broccoli and other green vegetables. What I eat seems to control the volume of the tinnitus. I learned that exercise, sex, meditation, and playing the piano kept my mind off of the tinnitus for long stretches of time. I learned that my negative thought processes had kept me focused and addicted to my tinnitus, and that I could actually control my thoughts to take the focus off of my tinnitus. I learned that no one else in the world was empowered to heal me, and that I would ultimately be responsible for my own healing.
Seven years later, I am a completely new person. Tinnitus has transformed my life - in very positive ways. Because of the tinnitus, I have walked an 850km pilgrimage across Spain, produced spiritual films, composed symphony music, became a certified motivational trainer, and am currently writing my first book. I am healthier, wiser, more grounded, humbled, and very grateful for my life.
Because of the tinnitus, I now teach people how to find their inner strength and use it to conquer their mind's attachment to illness, vulnerabilities, emotional burdens, and fears. And yet, with all of my professional credits, nothing in my life's journey comes close to my personal accomplishment of conquering my tinnitus. No, I may never experience silence again. But tinnitus now serves as a beacon in my life. It is no longer the cruel enemy that once controlled me.
As a master of sound, I can tell you that the most beautiful sound I've ever heard is the suspended space between two musical notes - that open space of "no sound," of silence. It's such a great gift. But I've learned that other profound gifts do come, and from the strangest forms of suffering. As my loving wife once said in one desperate attempt to save my life, "It's your choice." And so I've chosen.
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Cite Page: Journal: Disabled World. Language: English (U.S.). Author: Paul. Electronic Publication Date: 2009-01-20. Title: Personal Tinnitus Experience, Source: <a href=https://www.disabled-world.com/disability/types/hearing/tinnitus/experience.php>Personal Tinnitus Experience</a>. Retrieved 2021-07-30, from https://www.disabled-world.com/disability/types/hearing/tinnitus/experience.php - Reference: DW#166-452.