My Misophonia can be described like this. Play Megaman X5 up to the point where the Sigma Virus is introduced. There's an indicator on the lower corner of the screen that indicates how much Sigma Virus you collect. If you collect a Sigma Virus, the indicator goes up from green to yellow to red. If the indicator exceeds red, X will start taking damage for every Sigma Virus collected after. If X avoids Sigma Virus for a while, the indicator will go back to green. Every time X collects a Sigma Virus is like me coming into contact with a sound I don't like. If I hear too much detestable sounds, it'll start to take its toll on me. My stress will rise and I'll start to feel like Superman surrounded by Kryptonite as my energy starts draining. If my health were in critical condition, it could kill me. I've had high blood pressure before. Hours of silence or a few minutes of loud rock music calm me down.
The sounds I find irritating are as follows:
Every mouth sound you can possibly make. Some of them mostly with your tongue. Most people don't know that they're doing it. Surprisingly, some of them don't even know what the sound they're making even is.
Fun Fact: Even if I make the sounds myself, it still bothers me (this surprised many people I encountered in the past like they thought it didn't bother me if I did it and I wanted people to stop so I could be the only one. Those people are stupid. My dad always told me to ignore. I keep telling him it's not that simple for me with my anxiety and ADHD making me focus on what is pissing me off rather than on what is most important. He tells me I make those sounds too. I don't (mostly) and I try not to because of the fun fact I stated before.)
Rap Music. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. If there is one Rap song I hate more than the whole genre, it would be Snoop Dogg's "Drop It Like It's Hot." When I hear that song, I go crazy. I remember when I was in a car ride with my parents and mom put in the CD and the song starting playing and then my temporal lobes were on fire. Mom told me to shut up and deal with it because she wanted to hear the song. That was uncalled for. That was worse than all those times when she belched so hard after drinking and her only excuse was she was trying to mimic the famous belch made by Homer's drinking buddy Barney on The Simpsons.
Country Music. It, too, drains me.
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