desiderata310
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This has been something I've tried to deal with since forever it seems: loud noises, or rather the panic response I have when I hear them.
It's part of the reason that I have therapy at the ass crack of dawn. For whatever reasons (I guess the structures around here are made of cardboard with a little spackel thrown on to make them look good?) I have been hyper-vigilent about noises outside during therapy. Even with the white noise machine on, I was always aware of the sound of deep heavy trucks etc. I have always been hyper-aware of chain saws, etc when there are people doing yard work. My therapist finally had a chat with the people who trim in the backyard space of his office, not to do it on certain days before 8:30. The few times that they did show up, I wound up freaking smooth out and running out the door before he could get up and stop them.
TODAY there was a tree trimmer across the street. I parked up the hill and watched, trying to steel myself and argue with my brain (which was already freaking smooth out) that there was absolutely NO REASON to be so anxious. I was going to try to push and get out of the car when my therapist saw me, pulled up along side and suggested that we try another day. I must have looked horrified or something. I immediately burst into tears. It's such a failure on my part. At some point, I won't live in the country far far from all the noise. I have to find a way to deal with this and push through it but I honestly don't know how when I have such an extreme reaction.
The fun part? There is NO- Zero-zilch-nada trauma associated with the sound of a chipper or chainsaw. I mean, I get the reaction to trucks. My ex drove a big truck that you could hear miles away (especially on cold winter nights) and that was always my cue to have things... ready and waiting and to steel myself for whatever was headed my way. But he never used a chainsaw or a chipper. He did use gardening equipment and he was always pissed when he came in but seriously, chainsaw and chipper?
There has to be some way to push through this and stop having environmental sounds dictate my life.
It's part of the reason that I have therapy at the ass crack of dawn. For whatever reasons (I guess the structures around here are made of cardboard with a little spackel thrown on to make them look good?) I have been hyper-vigilent about noises outside during therapy. Even with the white noise machine on, I was always aware of the sound of deep heavy trucks etc. I have always been hyper-aware of chain saws, etc when there are people doing yard work. My therapist finally had a chat with the people who trim in the backyard space of his office, not to do it on certain days before 8:30. The few times that they did show up, I wound up freaking smooth out and running out the door before he could get up and stop them.
TODAY there was a tree trimmer across the street. I parked up the hill and watched, trying to steel myself and argue with my brain (which was already freaking smooth out) that there was absolutely NO REASON to be so anxious. I was going to try to push and get out of the car when my therapist saw me, pulled up along side and suggested that we try another day. I must have looked horrified or something. I immediately burst into tears. It's such a failure on my part. At some point, I won't live in the country far far from all the noise. I have to find a way to deal with this and push through it but I honestly don't know how when I have such an extreme reaction.
The fun part? There is NO- Zero-zilch-nada trauma associated with the sound of a chipper or chainsaw. I mean, I get the reaction to trucks. My ex drove a big truck that you could hear miles away (especially on cold winter nights) and that was always my cue to have things... ready and waiting and to steel myself for whatever was headed my way. But he never used a chainsaw or a chipper. He did use gardening equipment and he was always pissed when he came in but seriously, chainsaw and chipper?
There has to be some way to push through this and stop having environmental sounds dictate my life.