Talk:Melophobia/@comment-47.185.142.243-20181005225214

I went from a classically trained coloratura soprano, whose entire life was accompanied by music of all genres, rock, folk, classical, jazz, to a weeping, quivering wreck who could not bear the sound of a TV commercial jingle following the death of my husband.

I had never heard of anything like this. Neither had my therapist. Over months and months of a unique treatment we came up with suitable for me, I was able to get things under control.

What I did was, I began to sing a narrative of whatever I was doing around the house, a kind of operatic recitative, for as long as I could. It was silly and it made me laugh. The laughter helped the most, I think.