My signature explains my loss and situation.
I am a northerner who, due to my job loss (probably age discrimination) and certainly hearing tanking, had to move to a less expensive area. We chose Asheville.
My career was in Fortune xxx companies working my way through the computer field with a major in college of elementary educ. primarily and communication studies (something like that). Elem. Ed. came in very handy working with co-workers
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I use my Excel skills (whatever that means) to maintain a position of treasurer for our owners association. I am exempt from attending board meetings, thank goodness. Can't hear or understand makes me useless but they need someone to do the books, so it's a fine trade off.
Circa 2006, I met up with a friend of mine from my first year in college (that was 1972). Molly was a ballerina with a hearing loss and a temper. She was short, I'm lean and tall and she scared me . I had worn HAs for quite a while but Molly never knew anyone her age who wore them. She apparently went home that summer and purchased HAs. Our audiograms were almost identical. We even traded HAs and they worked for both of us. The weird thing was Molly sounded deaf. I do not and honestly wish I did now . Since I don't look (my choice of words) impaired or deaf, it's tough to have people understand I am. I have support in our community - primarily by wives - to get their husbands to speak to me and enunciate.
I thought the CI (the phrase "hear" with a CI isn't used but "process sounds" and that is what it is) would allow me to be more vocal (that may be a bad thing for some people I know) but instead, I've moved closer to my computer. My comprehension tends to be a bit more delayed and the world is rather confusing with all the distractions. I will get over it, it's a matter of time.
So, here I am. I'm enjoying reading your poetry, your responses (they make me feel a little less nuts ), and your incite.
I am thankful to be here.
I am a northerner who, due to my job loss (probably age discrimination) and certainly hearing tanking, had to move to a less expensive area. We chose Asheville.
My career was in Fortune xxx companies working my way through the computer field with a major in college of elementary educ. primarily and communication studies (something like that). Elem. Ed. came in very handy working with co-workers
. I use my Excel skills (whatever that means) to maintain a position of treasurer for our owners association. I am exempt from attending board meetings, thank goodness. Can't hear or understand makes me useless but they need someone to do the books, so it's a fine trade off.
Circa 2006, I met up with a friend of mine from my first year in college (that was 1972). Molly was a ballerina with a hearing loss and a temper. She was short, I'm lean and tall and she scared me
. I had worn HAs for quite a while but Molly never knew anyone her age who wore them. She apparently went home that summer and purchased HAs. Our audiograms were almost identical. We even traded HAs and they worked for both of us. The weird thing was Molly sounded deaf. I do not and honestly wish I did now . Since I don't look (my choice of words) impaired or deaf, it's tough to have people understand I am. I have support in our community - primarily by wives - to get their husbands to speak to me and enunciate. I thought the CI (the phrase "hear" with a CI isn't used but "process sounds" and that is what it is) would allow me to be more vocal (that may be a bad thing for some people I know) but instead, I've moved closer to my computer. My comprehension tends to be a bit more delayed and the world is rather confusing with all the distractions. I will get over it, it's a matter of time.
So, here I am. I'm enjoying reading your poetry, your responses (they make me feel a little less nuts
), and your incite.I am thankful to be here.
