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 misophonia-on-tvGuest blogger Marty reminisces about the days when he could watch TV without misophonia triggers. 

Subliminal Seduction

by Marty

By my mid-twenties I figured out how to cope with various noises, and misophonia was becoming a small part of my life.  I didn’t watch much television, but there were a few shows that made me laugh and if I was home, I would watch The Waltons with my mother.

During a commercial, a corn cob appeared and moved toward the camera and then underneath the camera.  When it was out of site, the soundtrack became an unbelievably long, loud, and ugly chomp.  Then the corn cob reappeared with a bunch of mangled kernels so that there was no doubt about what the sound was supposed to represent.  I got up and left.

Why was I so shocked?  This is the first time I heard a trigger sound on TV.  It was 1972.  Up until then, watching TV was safe.  I worried that this might be a trend.  The next few months confirmed this.  We were treated to apples and potato chips being crunched.  There was no closed caption or mute switch then.  I moved and the TV stayed behind.

Four years later, I was given a book, Subliminal Seduction by Wilson Bryan Key.   It was about tricks used by the advertising industry to trick people into buying their product. It has since been criticized.  But what I found interesting was his insider account of the above incident.  The advertisers association did not approve the ad at first.  They were afraid that it was so disgusting that there would be a backlash, a public demand for regulation.  There was no backlash.  Then they green-lit all kinds of eating and chewing noises.

My question is: If we were always such a tiny minority, why were there no chewing sounds between the beginning of TV, around 1950, and 1972?

Rent some old movies.  See how rare the triggers are.  One of my favorite movies was the BBC’s House of Cards made in the 1990’s.  I don’t remember a single trigger.  This year, the American remake was released.  It was one trigger after another.  People always had something in their mouths when they were talking and you could hear them chew barbecue ribs.  Why?

misohponia-at-the-gymGuest blogger Marty reminisces about a personal hero who found strength in silence. Oh, and he sorta looked like this guy.


My Friend Neil

by Marty

I first met Neil in 1975, back when there wasn’t even a concept of misophonia.  We didn’t seem to have much in common.  He played college football and I didn’t even know the names of the teams or the rules.  We couldn’t talk politics for 15 seconds without getting into an argument. All we initially had in common was that we worked out at the same gym at the same time.

I worked out hard because it calmed me down.  If I used up all my adrenaline, the triggers were manageable.  If I maxed on everything I was able to concentrate much better.  A bi-product of this was that I bulked up seriously, and if I lost it, I scared people. That is not always a good thing.

The problem is that gyms tend to be noisy places, so I would try to go at odd hours when they were empty.  That’s when Neil showed up.  I was afraid that he would bang the weights and I would end up leaving, but he actually worked out as quietly as I did.  If someone came with him, they also worked out quietly.

One day a typical tough guy came in and starting banging the machines, then he dropped the weights on the floor.  I was quickly gathering my stuff up to leave when Neil got in his face.  He told him how hard his behavior was on the equipment and flooring.  He then said something about “inconsiderate” and “takes more strength to be quiet than loud.” The tough guy left.

Did I mention that Neil was extremely muscular?

He was bulked up about as much as anyone in those pre-steroid days. This was repeated many times over the next 3 years.  He had the weight room quieter than the last library I was in.

Neil not only lectured people about violating “his space” but violating others space.  He seemed to be irritated by rapid motion in his peripheral vision.  One day I was dead lifting and a guy started jumping rope so that the rope was about a foot away from my head at the closest.  Neil made him move.

Then Neil and his wife moved into my girlfriend’s apartment building.  I hated her building.  Someone beneath her always turned his stereo on loud at just the wrong time at night and let the bass shake the floor.

In the morning, the apartment to her side turned the TV on really loud at just the wrong time.  Then something happened.  They turned their sound blasters on and then off in a few minutes.  I later found out that Neil was pounding on their doors.  In two weeks, that building was quiet.

Did I mention that Neil was very muscular?

Was Neil being self centered and selfish?  Or was he actually doing everyone a favor?

I miss the guy.  Every time I go to a gym and some young punk slams the weights, I think of him.

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