I HATE hearing whispering!! I have always hated it.
There is a particularly spitty p-p-p lip flapping whisper that my parents used when they had their early morning cuppa at about 6 am. They whispered because they thought it would not wake me up but when it DID they just kept whispering.
I told them time and again from about the age of four that I couldn’t stand it and could they speak softly in normal voices. But no. They whispered until I left home just before I was 18 to go to uni in the city.
It’s that ear-drum vibration that whispering creates that I can’t stand. I have trouble even these days if I am depressed and a bit agitated, then someone speaks with a spitty voice. My ear-drums start buzzing and I have to run away. It must be the high-pitched sounds that are near or over the upper limit of true hearing because other people say they can’t perceive the spitty sounds. No matter what, it bothers me, so this prompt was bloody easy!
Some bright types tell me it is an angry reaction to my parents wanting to talk privately and I felt left out. But I couldn’t have given two hoots what they talked about; it was merely the manner in which they went about it. I could have done with the extra sleep. They were probably compiling the grocery list or gossiping about the neighbours- not of ANY interest to a little kid. I got my neuroses from what my parents DIDN’T do or say as much as from what they did.
Whispering is just an innocuous activity that pisses me off mightily, out of all proportion to its significance!