As I'm adapting to this constant teapot alarm going off in my head, I'm going through a phase where the less sound sometimes the better. When I first got severe T, I would do almost anything to hide from it...long and even longer showers, driving in the car with the window down and half my head sticking out (not slobbering like my dogs, but very tempted to immitate them in the back seat), talking to myself, putting the TV outside in the summer to enjoy the TV with the full benefit of my good friends the crickets, walking in the woods in the rain, etc...
I still can't take total silence, but in a semi-quiet place, I'm finding this T more tolerable. I still (obviously) hear it, but it's not so devestating any more. When I'm in noisier places and I hear this damned teapot, I'm more troubled by it I think because I have other sounds to measure it against. In quiter situations, it just is. What a zen observation from a Christian.
I'm curious how some of the long term severe T people have adapted over time. I also hope some of the new folks here can gain better insight and hope in learning to live with the "sound of no silence". Paul Simon was not on the list of famous people with tinnitus...but "hello darkness my old friend" ... I'd rather hear the teapot and see the sunset and my boy pitch a no hitter than just hearing about the no hitter and the sunset.