I have got the exact same problem as you and to be honest it's ruining my life. I hate going to school because many of my lessons are in silence and I got 2 hour exams soon and I'm dreading it. I've been dealing with it for 2 years and had no improvement since then, I'm convinced it's a physiological and not to do with what I eat. I'm glad I'm not the only one with this and hope someone finds a cure for this, no one deserves it. Good luck guys
Hey! You won't even believe it but I could relate to every sentence you said. I am a junior in high school right now and I went through the exact problem you went through my sophomore year. It started one random day in my 6th hour AP US history class and I was so confused all of a sudden. My butt was making weird noises and it was made a weird high pitched squealing sound near the bottom of my tailbone/anus area. It was really embarrassing and I tried to ignore it but all of a sudden my best friend next to me asked if I farted and started laughing. you wouldn't believe how embarrassed I was! Ever since then I was really nervous to go that class because of the noises. Soon did I find out they happened every day in every class. they happened a few times at home later on but for the most part it only happened at school. I started having a fear of silent places because of the sounds. I started wearing earbuds because the noise from them distracted me from hearing the silence of the room. I also started having extreme panic and would fear to go to school everyday, I would wake up and still be stuck in the nightmare. This happened to me for 6 months. I didn't know what to do and it made me develop a new anxiety to my already diagnosed anxiety from my freshman year, which was situational performance anxiety. It went on and on and I feared desperately of the silence and of any situation that involved the quietness, such as tests. There was a point during that year where we had a standardized test week, and all we did was take tests for every class for a week long. I hate standardized tests to begin with, but ever since I found out I had this problem, all I feared was this!! I would go leave as soon as the test started and I would be gone the whole hour just having a panic attack in the bathroom or hallway as I would text my mom to pick me up pronto. I remember this one day in the history class I was taking a test and as soon as it started I asked my teacher if I could get a drink. He allowed me to leave and I never returned. I went to the health room and told them what was up and they let me lay down and after class ended I had to go back up to my history classroom to get my backpack. As everyone was walking to their next class, I shakily went up to my classroom and my history teacher was standing outside looking livid. He screamed at me in front of everyone passing by, telling me he sent someone to go looking everywhere for me and that it's his responsibility to know where I am. I was on the verge of tears as I didn't know what to say, because I didn't want to explain to him in front of a billion people in a busy hallway that I have a weird butt noise problem and that I have severe anxiety. I went home that day balling my eyes out to my mom and she set up a couple doctors appointments. I first went to my regular doctor and they said it might have to do with my eating habits, but no matter what I ate I always had the noises. She put me on Gas X and Zantac but those just made the moises worse, and I was in school softball at the time, so I would even have it during practice and games and I had to take my medicine constantly to keep my stomach and butt noises from shouting out their presence. During this time I ate lunch with my only friend I had in that lunch period and her boyfriend which I wasn't close to, and I instantly became the third wheel. They were allowed to leave for lunch since they were older than me but I couldn't drive yet at the time and I was too young, so unfortunately everyday they left school to eat, I was left by myself everyday to eat and be stuck with the reminder that the noises won't go away. I was so vulnerable. All i thought about day and night was the noises and my anxiety. One Wednesday night I couldn't take it anymore. I balled my eyes out in bed and it was around 10 pm where I had to do something. I went to my mom's bedroom and cried until 2 in the morning to her. I told her I need help, and considering that I can't even swallow a pill and I came wanting to go on medication was a huge deal and was really serious. My mom set up an appointment with my therapist and I went and saw her a few times and talked about my stomach, butt, and anxiety issues. a few weeks later I was prescribed to go on Fluoxetine, which is a pill that reduces anxiety and depression symptoms. The pill took a while to kick into my body and soon I started feeling better, but still had the noise problems. I couldn't tell anyone what I was going through because it sounded so stupid but it was so real and it affected my life to the point that that was all I thought about. I used to hang out with friends and was such a happy and chill person and went to a constant paranoid and shaking freak that became too nervous to say hello to my friends in the hallway or even take out my headphones. I got bad grades because I couldn't focus in class, I felt so many emotions at once that all I felt for so long was just complete depression and numbness. I felt like I had no soul and I became to not care anymore sometimes. I denied every request to go out with someone. I was so desperately confused because no one could relate or tell me what was wrong with me, and it was so hard to explain to anyone because it sounded dumb and all in my head but it was SO REAL. It was weird because no matter how lonely I got I desperately wanted to hang with friends but I COULDNT. I didn't want to sit with people at lunch because of the sounds but I didn't like sitting alone either. I just became so used to being alone that I denied if someone asked, and for the record only one person did during the entire semester of being alone. I eventually told my history teacher that I have anxiety and if I could sit in the back of the room at the back table so I could bolt if I had a panic attack, which happened at least 3 times a day by this point. It started getting better once I started getting help from my therapist. She explained to me that anxiety is like trying to ride a bike. You start to get on and you fall right away. But you keep trying anyways. As you get better you find ways to finally learn the skill and then it just clicks. The same goes with anxiety. As much as I hated it, I had to be exposed to the situation, because the more I would avoid it, the more afraid I would get if I had to go back. I painfully drunged through school feeling that same thing but I realized as I started thinking positively my focus would drift and I didn't think about it as much. I eventually accepted the fact this was how I was going to get over it. People who know my story tell me it was my medication that made me feel better, but I'm telling you it wasn't. My medication was only a stepping stone to reclaim my happiness. It was all my mentality and my courage to dive into my fears, not matter how embarrassed I became. And still to this day I don't know what was the problem with my stomach and butt noises, but I'm here to tell you YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I researched it everyday in class just like you did and I could never find an answer, and it made me lose hope even more. But when I saw your post it made me sad but also extremely happy to see that someone out there can relate to me, but now it's my turn to help you. As summer came I didn't have the sounds anymore because I wasn't in school, but I was always afraid of the next year to come. I didn't want to experience it ever again. When my junior year started I was so afraid and I didn't want to go to school, but as I made my way around school and realized that I can change, and I refuse to feel that way. I shut out the negative thoughts and surprisingly my stomach and butt noises went away with the thoughts. I still haven't experienced it since, and yes I still have a fear of silent places since that is a bit of a trigger still, but because of the exposure of being in the classroom so many times and being symptom free I realized that I'm okay, and I will be okay. Just know you are not alone and you can come here to talk if you ever need to. Thanks so much for sharing your story, it greatly helped me with my anxiety and my problem. Much love and best of luck to you