Been a little while since but I had a difficult encounter at the doctors office. I have to go regularly for a challenging blood platelet problem. Sometimes I have a problem with negative things that the staff might say or a negative experience so I prepare for these visits carefully. I try to be careful about where I look as the office can have some pitiful sights and they have a tv with bad news blasting in the waiting room. So I try to protect myself my listening to some soothing music on earphones. The last time I was there to see the doctor , his nurse asked me what I was listening to, I had forgotten she could be very hard by being outspoken, when I said it was quartet music she then shared with me that the high notes of violin music made her feel very sick, they disturbed her and made her feel yukky. I contained any feeling I had in the necessity of the moment but was distressed because I was using this music to help me and her experience was distressing me. I came from a very difficult background. I suffer from being way too affected by other people’s words and bad experiences. I have tried to recover but it isn’t going too well and have been further wounded by my husband’s missed understanding and foolish decision. He tries sometimes to be helpful but this was adding painful to painful. I have been really suffering ever since and it is on top of some other very painful events. The level of pain is really big. I have talked to my husband so he knows how he hurt me but haven’t talked to the nurse. It really altered my ability to comfort , listen to the music although I tried to change the style, it has really added to my suffering but am feeling , maybe unduly, limited by my fear of honesty. But...speaking up in a right way may help me to find some freedom from the pain. I have in the past tried to discourage such disclosures but all had been forgotten. I can feel the anger in the pain that in this place, in this situation, a place where I need peace and I am fighting a serious physical battle that this woman would tell me such a negative personal experience. It hurts and it affects and I feel both sad and angry yet the hardest part might be the not telling. Because I also fear that this could happen again. Pain inside!