Being that I’m in the medical field, I run into a lot of people who are isolated and in need of services like professional cuddling to avoid the judgement they receive from the general public.
I would like to raise awareness about a specific condition today, known as TMAU:
“Trimethylaminuria, commonly known as fish-odor syndrome, is a rare condition impacting a sufferer’s ability to break down a pungently scented chemical compound, naturally occurring in the body, called trimethylamine. Those who have TMAU are plagued by extreme body odor: Their urine, breath, and sweat are laced with a thick scent akin to that of rotting eggs, garbage, or stale fish, and it's completely impossible to control with bathing, deodorant, or other forms of personal hygiene.
Some sufferers are born with the genetic mutation that causes TMAU, but others acquire it in adulthood (hormonal changes or chronic illness are two possible triggers). But not everyone can smell the TMAU scent, and most of those who suffer from it are unable to detect it themselves – one British woman recently described desperately searching her house for a dead animal carcass because she couldn’t believe she was the source of the offensive odor described by her friends.
Science of Us recently spoke with a 38-year-old woman from Savannah, Georgia, who suffers from TMAU.
Tell me about your condition.
I have type-two TMAU, the acquired type, which means I developed it later in life. It’s a metabolic disorder that prevents your body from converting trimethylamine into another non-odorous compound. It means you have extreme body odor. It’s an embarrassing, lonely condition.
How strong is the smell?
I have a very strong, fishy vaginal odor and an ammonia-like odor that comes out of my armpits and groin. My breath varies between eggs and garbage. If I get really upset I get a skunky smell.
Can most people you meet smell it? Can your family and friends?
My husband can’t smell it and has never been able to. The first time I smelled the odor, and I asked him if he could, too, he thought I was joking, seriously, because he couldn't smell anything.
For the most part, my kids cannot, but there’s been a few times where they’ve said something about my breath. Kids are so honest. But you become paranoid, and you go to your family members to ask if they smell anything on you, because you want the truth. That’s where I think even if family members can smell it they don’t want to hurt you, so they don’t tell you. But it’s frustrating because at the same time you want validation that the condition exists. I saw therapists who told me I have body dysmorphic disorder and prescribed me several strong antipsychotic drugs to help me with my "psychosis." They told me I had a mental problem. That really made me question my sanity. I’d think, Maybe I don’t smell? Maybe I am just crazy? And then someone reacts negatively to you, and you think, Surely not.
So you can’t smell it yourself?
No. For the most part if you have this condition you’re completely unaware that you’re emitting any kind of scent, your nose is so accustomed to it. You can’t smell your own smell. But I have a very sensitive nose, which is why it’s so confusing that I can’t even detect my own odor. I love perfume. I love the smell of baking. I love the smell of babies.
When did you first develop it?
I remember that during puberty I had to take extra measures to stay fresh. I didn’t know what was going on, and I guess I just thought, Well, I’m going through puberty ... I applied deodorant frequently, and I had to change my clothes, but I wasn’t getting a lot of hints from other people … Still, I could tell that something just wasn’t right.
I figured was just a very sweaty person. My grandfather sweats a lot, too, so I just thought it was genetic. It really didn’t inhibit me: I dated, I had friends, and I went to prom. I got married to my husband, whom I met when I was 19, and I went college for a few years. It wasn’t until 2000 when I was pregnant with my first child that the condition kicked in. The hormonal change was a catalyst for me. But, still, because I couldn’t smell it I didn’t know it was happening.
How’d you find out?
We had difficulties with the birth of my son, and while I was in the hospital I met a lady who had a similar pregnancy experience. We bonded and became good friends. Then when the babies were about a year old, the weirdest thing happened. She started giving me little hints in conversation. One day I complimented her on the perfume she was wearing, and she said: “It’s not perfume, I just took a bath and used soap and water,” as if I had never heard of such things. The climax came when both our families went out for dinner and her husband told a crude joke involving a woman who had really bad smell, downstairs, you know in “that” department. After he told the joke he laughed and said directly to me, “Well, there’s a joke you can appreciate.”
Nobody had said anything up to that point?
Body odor is such a taboo subject — I don’t think anyone really feels comfortable going up to someone and saying, “Hey, man — you need a bath!” After that incident I noticed that my friends would drop similar hints or avoid getting close to me. When we were having a conversation they’d get this glazed-over look, or they would back off or put their hand over their mouth. Then I noticed, when I was out shopping, store assistants would say rude things very loudly because they wanted to let me know I had a problem. Things like, “Oh, here comes that woman! Don’t let her come down my line.” I’d hear words like monkey or skunk as I walked past with my cart. I just said I was so sorry, I felt bad, they thought I was going in there without bathing or brushing my teeth, but the truth was I had this odor I could not get rid of.
That’s terrible.
I’ve had baggers just walk off midway through serving me. One of them looked up, and she said, “I’m not bagging this,” and she just walked away. Once I went to get video games for my kids at a store, and when I walked past a teenage boy who was working, he reached down behind the counter and took out air freshener and sprayed it behind my back and said to his colleague, “Check this out! Now I can breathe.” It was horrible. I went home and cried.