So we had people over. My daughter’s home and we had family and friends over, The first floor of our townhome has tiled floor–a single room that acts as kitchen, living room, and dining room.
I’ve always had a little noise sensitivity. When my wife is talking on the phone, I’ll ask her to use her indoor voice. As you might imagine, it’s super popular when say that. Sometimes at church, the music is a little overwhelming. But I get through it without more than just a bit of discomfort.
Today, the noise was just too much.
No one was screaming or jumping on the table. It was just ten people talking in a place where there wasn’t much to absorb the sound.
First I got up and did dishes to get a little distance, then finally, I just had to go upstairs. I couldn’t manage the noise.
If I weren’t me, I’d be inclined to shake my head, to figure the I who went upstairs was being a prima donna. It’s just noise, dude, and you’ve experienced that before. (When my daughter was a baby, she cried loud enough that her wails could split diamonds. Seriously, she broke my wife’s engagement ring.)
Just this morning while I was running, I jacked up Devil with the Blue Dress/Good Golly Miss Molly by Mitch Ryder because…well, because that’s what you do when Mitch Ryder comes on.
But that was outside. There was a place for the noise to go to dissipate. It wasn’t this tidal wave of discordant noise that seemed like it might swallow me.
That’s the first time I’ve had to retreat because of the Fibro. It was a little soul-crushing. I wanted to be there. But I couldn’t.
I forgave myself, because that, also, is what you do.
If I didn’t have it happen to me, I wouldn’t believe it. Now I have something new to think about.
So if someone does something like that, maybe they are a prima donna. Maybe they just want the attention. But there’s at least an equal chance, they’re doing the best they can and they’re not thrilled at their retreat.