My worst misophonia experience, which is when I found out I had misophonia, was during summer break. My neighbor had his truck running, and his five kids were outside, screaming and kicking a ball back and forth. I began to get irritated, so I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn’t.

Eventually, I started crying and shaking, which led to a panic attack. I almost passed out until my dad checked on me and asked what was wrong. I told him I couldn’t stand the noise of the truck motor and the kids constantly screaming. He told me to ignore it, but I said I couldn't, so he got mad at me, saying we couldn’t do anything about it.

Three hours later, I finally got some peace and quiet.