I was a teenager when my grandmother moved in with us. My grandfather had  passed away and my grandmother suffered from Alzheimer’s. My parents brought her back to Virginia so we could help care for her. Grandma was an “old school” kind of gal. She wore polyester dresses, stockings with heels, she had her hair done weekly and carried a pocket book. My mother and older sister were her primary caregivers. She enjoyed sitting with me to watch television in those days. She also had false teeth. I would cringe as she played with the teeth in her mouth while I was trying to watch a show. The sound made me insane on the inside.

That was just the beginning.

Many years and four kids later I started to notice how moody I became when my kids would chew with their mouth open while eating or chewing gum. I was also easily annoyed at repetitive noises such as the tapping of a pencil or the sound of a dog licking. I felt like such a “mean mom.” I was constantly saying “chew with your mouth closed” and “stop making so much noise.” I convinced myself that this was normal because I was teaching my kids manners. I worried I was becoming less patient with age and chalked it up to being overwhelmed. During that time period I had read somewhere that when you are stressed your senses are heightened. I am not sure if that is true but considering what I was going through I embraced the theory.

Many times we would hang out with our family and friends on the weekends. We traveled frequently during the summer and spent most holidays together. They became our extended family. We have 7 children between our two families. An average get together included slamming doors, toys being thrown, movies playing, temper tantrums and kids screaming in laughter. The kids usually ate before the adults due to space and the urgency of playtime. As the kids grew older and actually sat with us for meals, I started noticing the sounds of mealtime became less and less tolerable. I remember specifically on one of our trips to the mountains. During dinner their daughter was sitting next to me and eating. I heard every scrape of the fork on her plate and every slurp of her drink. It sounded as if it were in stereo. The sound sent a ‘rage like’ feeling to my brain. I literally wanted to punch someone (of course I wouldn’t). I touched her arm and teased her about being a noisy eater. From that moment on it became common knowledge that I was moody and irritable with noise. However, for me it was frustrating. It wasn’t all noises. It seemed to center around meals and repetitious noise.

Out of the blue one day I received a text from my friend. It simply stated “you are not crazy” and had a link attached. When I clicked on the link it was an article talking about Kelly Ripa and her struggles with Misophonia. MISO-WHAT? I thought. I read the article and other information that surfaced after the announcement. I was finally vindicated! I’m not crazy! Well, maybe a little. But there was finally an explanation for my very peculiar mood swings!

Today my family and friends are more understanding about these aversions. They still tease me and call me crazy but understand it could be neurological. Understanding my reaction has been a life saver. Thank you Kelly Ripa!

Kathy Rau

Kathy is raising four beautiful children with her husband, Mark. She loves living in the historic area of Fredericksburg, VA. For over 20 years, Kathy has been a Licensed Veterinary Technician and currently works part time in emergency and radioiodine medicine. Kathy runs a small business called Your Girl Friday, FXBG. Kathy has been blogging for less then a year but loves to share her stories. She has been published on Her View From Home, The Mighty, America Adopts and has had a variety of other guest posts. Her niche is Motherhood, Friendship and Adoption. You can find Kathy at: www.yourgirlblogs.com IG: krau67 Twitter: @kathyrau Facebook: Your Girl Blogs.