Misophonia is a relatively new word... An age old condition, that has been tormenting me for very long time. After years of longwinded apologies and explanations as to why I need to leave the room, I have discovered that someone kind and clever has invented a lovely word - and now it can be real... No longer a figment of my neurosis, my sound sensitivities have been vindicated by having a proper name.
According to Wikipedia "misophonia (or selective sound sensitivity syndrome) is a disorder of decreased tolerance to specific sounds or their associated stimuli, or cues."
It doesn't sound like much, but a triggering noise can wriggle into my head and twist and squirm until I want to run and scream. The happy sound of popcorn being munched, chip packets rustling, straws slurping coke and hushed whispering has made movie going prohibitive, and I stay at home instead.
It turns out, I'm not the only one with this outrageous intolerance to innocuous noises. There are quite a few of us. Some don't like sniffing, tapping, clicking, licking, tearing paper, whistling... the list goes on. For us, ASMR creates a crisis rather than soothes...
So if you notice someone suddenly leaving the room for no apparent reason - it just might be a 'misophonic' (my invented word) escaping the clutches of the wrong noise.
26cm x 28cm x 28cm (h) | 1.6kg
Original ceramic, copper and aluminium creation by Ilia Chidzey.
Due to the limitations of photography and digital inaccuracy, some colours may appear slightly different in the original. Also, due to the nature of some materials used, variation in colour and sheen may occur over time.
