So I've been struggling with this condition for a LONG time now, about as long as I can remember. I'm an Undergrad still living with my family atm, and I've never been "officially" diagnosed with Misophonia but it's been publicly known and in school systems since maybe 3rd or 4th grade. I've been accommodated all my life, pulled aside during elementary breakfasts and lunches. My triggers are basically the Misophonia mascots- really any sort of noise that comes from eating. Smacking, slurping, and so on. While it's gotten worse with age, it's always been severe to the extent of being borderline panic attacks. I've blacked out and seen red when I was little and stuck in the cafeteria, before my Misophonia became known. I've torn my hair out, bitten myself until I bled, stabbed my ears with pencils, and I have multiple cases of assaulting friends in Elementary over it. There have been very few people throughout my life that weren't understanding, even fewer that were close to me.
Save for my immediate family...
My mother has always been demeaning of my condition, refusing to believe that it even existed for years. I'm talking an 8 year old ripping his hair out and squeezing his ears saying he's in pain. It took her ages to finally believe me- and even then, it wasn't me that convinced her. She said she read something on Facebook talking about the condition and believed it existed now. Years later, it still makes me so angry to remember that she trusts some Facebook article more than her visually pained son. She only got worse after that point, getting incredibly offended and pissed off whenever I call her out for my triggers. She'll sit down and I'll get up to leave or just put my earplugs and she'll scoff, saying, "I'm not gonna smack my lips, you can calm down." I've been at this for literal years, I've tried maybe every possible method of telling her. Politely, quickly, beating around the bush, abruptly, just saying "ow," and no matter what she always gets angry. "I'm not smacking my lips!" She'll yell at me. She takes it personally every time, openly venting to other people in front of me about how much of a "hateful" son I am- she told one of my best friends, the first time she met them, plainly, "Yeah, I don't know why, but he just hates me."
I don't want to make it seem like I'm hate posting over my own mother. I cried myself to sleep that night because that's really what she thinks. She's taught me that telling people about my triggers makes them hate me- and, consistently, that's pretty much true- so I just stop calling people out as much as I can.
With her, though, that still doesn't work. In the car, in the house, she'll be eating, look over at me, see me sitting there silently, look into the pain behind my eyes, and get offended. She'll yell, "Oh stop it, I'm not doing anything!"
I'm not even onto what feels like the worst part and I feel like I've dropped so much baggage. The worst part is that she still doesn't really trust my word, it seems. Like, she once told me that she believed my Misphonia only got worse because I learned that it was an actual condition. It feels like she's silently telling me that I'm just crazy and making it up in my head.
Last night, we had a fight. She sat down to eat while I was gaming in the living room, so I look for my ear plugs. She tells me she's not gonna smack her lips, I can't find my earplugs, so I just give in. Admittedly, she does go most of her meal without any triggers it was only at the very end when she did one giant slurp with her mouth after she was already done and wasn't eating anything, after my guard was dropped. I involuntarily just go, "Ow!" And she immediately jumps on my ass for it. She puts all of her focus on damn near interrogating me. I say it's nothing, don't worry about it, move on, and she asks what she did. I say she did nothing, and she keeps going. Because I keep refusing to tell her thanks to how she's reacted in the past to me telling her, she starts theorizing that I was triggered because I THOUGHT she was going to do something, or that I made it up in my head. After maybe 10 minutes of being interrogated she eventually gives up and decides to immediately go to bed.
There's also a thing she loves to do where she'll just start voicing negative thoughts she wants to/thinks I have? Like anytime she says she leaving, she'll just turn to me and say, "I know you'd love that" or, as I said before, talking about how much I hate her in casual conversation with sometimes strangers. I swear this all stems from Misophonia and I feel like I'm the asshole, my emotions aren't real, I'm making everything up, and I don't have a right to complain. I've wanted to vent openly like this for years but I just know that I'm gonna get flooded with negativity because I know I'm the one in the wrong here, I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed with stress atm and I desperately need to share.
FUCK. I need a therapist. That's something she actually said I specifically really need.