I defend myself with a tiger and feed it highschool kids. Statistically, I’m an insignificant lunatic.

I cope pretty well with it. Some people get really depressed when it happens to them. Im okay if there’s noise. At night I listen to podcasts and use a fan next to my bed. At work it’s less noticeable, although fir some reason people think it’s fine to be mean if a coworker can’t hear very well.

For me I had intermittent ringing for a year or two. It would always go away quickly. Then, one morning, I woke up with this much louder chirping sound that’s always there.

I was a metal head. Too many gigs and loud earbuds.

Im the same as you. In my 50’s. My hearing is severely damaged, and my right ear whistles like a thousand sex-crazed crickets 24/7.

The America of Idiocracy was waaaay better than what we’re going to get. I remember joking about how we were heading that way. Little did I know how quickly it would be so much worse.

Im in my 50’s. I feel so bad for my parents. So many good things have happened in their lifetimes, only for their twilight years to turn into non-stop devastating disappointment and the relentless reversal of so much progress.