Yesterday, Adam and I went to his appointment with the neurologist. I was not sure what would happen at this appointment, and whether or not we would leave with a diagnosis. But, I was anxious to get the process going.
When the doctor walked into the exam room and sat down, the first thing he told us was that his 20 year old son has misophonia. Wow! I couldn’t believe it! He asked Adam questions about what sounds bother him and how life is for him while trying to deal with this disorder. He told us that there is no treatment for misophonia. Sufferers need to find ways to cope with the noises that bother them.
We talked about school, and what Adam could do to make the classroom a little more tolerable. He suggested noise cancelling headphones/earbuds, and talked about apps that you can download that play white noise.
He was extremely supportive and understanding. He had no problem writing a diagnosis for misophonia. He wants Adam to have an MRI, just to make sure nothing is wrong. He doesn’t anticipate anything showing up. We are waiting for that to be scheduled.
We took the diagnosis right over to the school when we left the appointment. A short time later, I got an email from the principal. We will meet on Monday to discuss strategies to help Adam cope with noises in the classroom.
I couldn’t be happier with how this played out. While I’m not happy that Adam deals with this, and will, most likely, for the rest of his life, I’m happy that an official diagnosis will get him some support during the school day. That was my goal.