I've had issues with mouth noises for forever, as noted in my little list of pet peeves down there on the left of the blog. I hate mouth noises; they drive me crazy. (Even when it's the dogs making the mouth noises!) Something else I learned about misophonia is that it is not classified as an auditory or psychiatric condition, so there's that. But I do suffer from it, and come to find out, so does my dear friend Tania.
The conversation started via Marco Polo today because while I was chatting, I inadvertently picked up a potato chip and started eating it, while still recording my Polo. I totally didn't notice until after I'd finished my Polo and listened back to it. Once I'd realized what I'd done, first, I was super grossed out, and then I went against one of the very few rules we have for that thread, which is Do Not Delete Polos, and deleted it and then re-recorded my portion of that conversation.
When I confessed to the group the reason why I deleted the Polo, Tania went on to thank me for that, because she hates mouth noises, too. I agreed with her that mouth noises are the worst. Andrea pointed out that there is a name for our hatred of mouth noises. I did the research (read: Googled it), and discovered "Misophonia."
Now I just need to remember that word, because for my whole life, it's just been "mouth noises."
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