I've become less outgoing and loud. I use to like going places because it was louder then my head. I didn't mind my husband being loud because it was easier to focus on. Now everything is too loud. It gives me panic attacks. I use to blare my music, now it's so low that no one but me can hear it, a step above mute. touch use to comfort me because it gave me something to focus on. now it's uncomfortable and I shrug it away. Hell even kissing his lips are too hot and I want to pull away. Like if you touched a hot stove. He's getting inpatient. I'm getting anxious.