My son is in the room with me and he's eating.
Gobble gobble chomp chomp grunt ahhhh grunt chomp gobble gobble sigh.
How loaded is your fucking fork if you're grunting like you're deadlifting a horse?
I feel a murderous rage and at the same time i want to cry.
I hate eating with people and avoid it as much as possible because not only do I fantasise about plucking people's eyes out with my fork and beating them to death with it but I'm so paranoid about my own eating noises that I can't force food down and need to take tiny bites and drink water to force each bite down.
My sister is blind and came to stay. We had to eat together so i sat at the other side of the room and I had to have her play an audio book while I had a towel that I shoved in front of my mouth while I chewed in an attempt to muffle any noise I might make.
I know it's a condition people joke about and don't take seriously but it's utterly miserable to have to cope with this.
I want to yell at my son which is unreasonable and unfair so I won't but the pent up rage feels like a physical pain in my chest.
I'd love to talk with fellow sufferers about this godawful thing.
Misery loves company, I suppose.
Edit - my late dad had it too. I remember him yelling at me that my dinner was already dead so I didn't need to growl at it. That is when I started to become paranoid about making any noise when eating.