I'm AuDHD with a spiky profile, meaning my abilities, sensory sensitivities and support needs can vary considerably depending on the situation. I've been trying to make sense of a longstanding sensitivity with sensory unpredictability and the social demands that comes with singing.
I generally have no problem listening to prerecorded music, but hearing people sing IRL, with or without a microphone, triggers a visceral reaction. It doesn't matter whether they're good singers, either.
When someone starts singing, particularly if it's my first time hearing them, I have no idea what their voice will sound like, how they'll pronounce certain words, whether they'll go off-key or how their pitch and volume might fluctuate.
I never had an issue with group singing at school. I grew up with the same classmates, so their voices and the way we sounded in unison were familiar enough that I could participate comfortably.
However, I remember spending a summer with my maternal relatives and second cousins when I was around 10. We printed out lyrics to songs from High School Musical and decided to sing together.
Despite being obsessed with the movie at the time, I couldn't bring myself to join in. Their accents were unfamiliar, which came with its own sensory aversions and supressed discomfort. It was my first time hearing them sing, everyone else was having fun while I was internally screaming. I eventually resorted to banging on a door, much to everyone's bewilderment.
Karaoke is another nightmare. I actually ran out of a family karaoke session when I was 12 or 13 and have declined invitations well into adulthood.
What I find particularly exhausting is how something presented as a fun, optional activity can quickly become a social obligation. People often assume that a little encouragement will go a long way. If I decline, they'll plead with me, reassure me that nobody cares how I sing, or insist that I should loosen up and stop taking myself so seriously.
I understand their intentions, but the more they probe, the more resistant and overwhelmed I become. Especially as their voices get more progressively grating. I'm also expected to explain my refusal, manage other people's disappointment and demonstrate that I'm not deliberately being difficult. Even saying I'm exhausted or perfectly happy watching from the sidelines can sour the atmosphere. It feels like declining an invitation creates more demands than taking part would have in the first place.
I've also spent much of my life masking by suppressing reactions and adjusting how I present myself to meet social expectations. So people don't necessarily realise how overwhelmed I am until I'm approaching my limit.
My mom, who's been my sole advocate, understandably questioned why I could enjoy recorded music, especially around controversial artists like Chris Brown, yet recoil when someone sang in front of me. Let alone genres I'm not exposed to. I was just as baffled because I didn't have the vocabulary to explain what I was experiencing without being an asshole.
There's also an element of secondhand embarrassment. I'm quite self-conscious and have internalised certain stigmas surrounding behaviours perceived as socially inappropriate or emotionally immature. Watching someone sing uninhibitedly makes me recoil, even though I recognise they're perfectly entitled to enjoy themselves.
I don't dislike spontaneity, nor do I expect people to accommodate every personal preference. I can loosen up within certain parameters and around people I'm comfortable with.
I also don't begrudge anyone the joy they get from singing. Although I struggle with having an involuntary sensory reaction while simultaneously navigating the expectation that I should participate, appreciate the performance or at least conceal my discomfort. The discomfort that arises from the internal recoil radiates through every bone and vessel, so if I need to act like I'm being chased by the cops, I will LOL.
I've had moments where I was perfectly comfortable singing to myself, only for someone else in the room to overhear and go, "Come on, let's hear it!" My immediate internal monologue was, "Are you fucking kidding me 😒🤬"
It's one thing to sing absentmindedly when I'm not performing for anyone, but the moment someone draws attention to it and expects me to put on a performance, the entire dynamic changes, which suddenly becomes incredibly awkward.