Jazzberry
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Just a few random musings --
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I went to a relatively small Thanksgiving celebration with eight people. As long as I had line of sight, by combining lip-reading with my hearing aids I understood most of what was being said most of the time.
I even understood the two 6 year olds! Usually I can't understand most kids because they are too short for me to lip-read, and they don't speak as crisply in their high-pitched voices.
But as 6 year olds they are not as squeaky voiced as they use to be when they were younger -- thank goodness. And... they haven't mastered the indoor vs. outdoor voices thing yet. Those are my favorite type of kids.
The hearing adults had a harder time with that though -- and a few times some of the hearing adults had to leave the room to give their ears a break. The kids were too loud for them.
I did find this amusing -- usually I and other HH people have to take a break because straining to hear is so draining. It was, I admit, very refreshing to see hearing adults take a hearing break for their own reasons.
And no, I won't be helping to teach kids the difference between indoors and outdoor voices anytime soon.
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It was still hard to listen though.
I feel like my ears and brain just aren't designed for verbal communication. In IT there's the expression "overclocked". That's used when computers are used beyond their design specifications. Whenever I'm attempting to communicate with hearing people, I feel like I'm being "overclocked." It is so impossible.
And I feel so stupid for trying so hard to do this for so many years. I have thrown so much money at this. I have had almost every type of assistive listening device there is. I have created my own multi channel FM system by adapting systems intended for amateur musicians and interfacing it with conventional one-channel FM systems for the hard of hearing. I have done my part to send the children of specialists for the deaf and HH to college and grad school.
Well, I'm just not in the position to throw money at this now. I still have a lot of assistive listening systems but they all need repairs or new boots to work with my current hearing aids, and I just don't have the money right now to finance that. I'm sick of financing these things anyway. No matter how much I spend, it is never quite enough. It never does the job anyway.
Why on earth isn't ASL recommended by more specialists for the deaf and HH automatically? It's not rocket science ladies and gentlemen. It's damn obvious that it's the right thing to do. Looking back, I feel that I was always asked to do the impossible, starting from when I was a toddler. I didn't question it and the way I handled it was I gave everything 120% and didn't stop to think about it. I understand why I did this. I was a HH child growing up in a hearing family that wanted easy solutions -- solutions that were easy for them, not me. The ENTs, audis, hearing aid dealers, and speech therapists told my parents what they wanted to hear. But still, I wish I had taken a moment to stop and think for myself earlier in life.
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Listening to the kids was the hardest and I hate that because actually, in some ways, I enjoy talking to them the most.
I was playing a game with the boy and I had gotten to the point where I really don't think there is a word in the English language to describe how I felt. I wasn't tired. No. But I had simply spent too much time attempting to do something that I really can't do. Listening to people talk in a noisy room and getting meaning from it all when, really, there was no sane reason to expect me to be able to do so.
The girl asked if she could play also. I jumped up and said, "Yes! You can take my place." And then I fled. While fleeing, I could see that the boy was hurt -- he wanted to finish playing the game with me -- but I absolutely had to leave the room. I could not continue to listen for one more second.
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Everyone was stuffed and the evening was winding down. I was waiting for a ride to the nearest train station and a couple offered me a ride back to the city instead. I warned them that I wouldn't be able to hear them in the car and that I would be the quietest passenger they ever had. No problem.
I hated it. Too late, I realize that I should have declined. I hate sitting in a tin can and not being able to be included with the other talking people. Finally, we were in the city and I began to gather up my things.
"Oh, are you awake?" Am I awake?!?#*! I have known this young man since he was a boy, for at least fifteen years. Am I awake?!?#*! If he had bothered to look in the rear view mirror he would have know that of course I was awake. If he had bothered to think for a split second he would have realized why I hadn't said anything during most of the trip.
I felt like ripping a hole through the car but instead I restrain myself, smile and say,
"I didn't mean to be unsocial, but I lip-read and I can't lip-read through the back of your skulls. If I could figure out how to do that, I'd sell it and make a mint." Jaws drop. I continue to smile and gratefully exit.
I really don't enjoy socializing with hearing people. My connection to the Thanksgiving dinner was with another hard of hearing woman, that was the only reason I was there.
==
I went to a relatively small Thanksgiving celebration with eight people. As long as I had line of sight, by combining lip-reading with my hearing aids I understood most of what was being said most of the time.
I even understood the two 6 year olds! Usually I can't understand most kids because they are too short for me to lip-read, and they don't speak as crisply in their high-pitched voices.
But as 6 year olds they are not as squeaky voiced as they use to be when they were younger -- thank goodness. And... they haven't mastered the indoor vs. outdoor voices thing yet. Those are my favorite type of kids.
The hearing adults had a harder time with that though -- and a few times some of the hearing adults had to leave the room to give their ears a break. The kids were too loud for them.
I did find this amusing -- usually I and other HH people have to take a break because straining to hear is so draining. It was, I admit, very refreshing to see hearing adults take a hearing break for their own reasons.
And no, I won't be helping to teach kids the difference between indoors and outdoor voices anytime soon.
==
It was still hard to listen though.
I feel like my ears and brain just aren't designed for verbal communication. In IT there's the expression "overclocked". That's used when computers are used beyond their design specifications. Whenever I'm attempting to communicate with hearing people, I feel like I'm being "overclocked." It is so impossible.
And I feel so stupid for trying so hard to do this for so many years. I have thrown so much money at this. I have had almost every type of assistive listening device there is. I have created my own multi channel FM system by adapting systems intended for amateur musicians and interfacing it with conventional one-channel FM systems for the hard of hearing. I have done my part to send the children of specialists for the deaf and HH to college and grad school.
Well, I'm just not in the position to throw money at this now. I still have a lot of assistive listening systems but they all need repairs or new boots to work with my current hearing aids, and I just don't have the money right now to finance that. I'm sick of financing these things anyway. No matter how much I spend, it is never quite enough. It never does the job anyway.
Why on earth isn't ASL recommended by more specialists for the deaf and HH automatically? It's not rocket science ladies and gentlemen. It's damn obvious that it's the right thing to do. Looking back, I feel that I was always asked to do the impossible, starting from when I was a toddler. I didn't question it and the way I handled it was I gave everything 120% and didn't stop to think about it. I understand why I did this. I was a HH child growing up in a hearing family that wanted easy solutions -- solutions that were easy for them, not me. The ENTs, audis, hearing aid dealers, and speech therapists told my parents what they wanted to hear. But still, I wish I had taken a moment to stop and think for myself earlier in life.
==
Listening to the kids was the hardest and I hate that because actually, in some ways, I enjoy talking to them the most.
I was playing a game with the boy and I had gotten to the point where I really don't think there is a word in the English language to describe how I felt. I wasn't tired. No. But I had simply spent too much time attempting to do something that I really can't do. Listening to people talk in a noisy room and getting meaning from it all when, really, there was no sane reason to expect me to be able to do so.
The girl asked if she could play also. I jumped up and said, "Yes! You can take my place." And then I fled. While fleeing, I could see that the boy was hurt -- he wanted to finish playing the game with me -- but I absolutely had to leave the room. I could not continue to listen for one more second.
==
Everyone was stuffed and the evening was winding down. I was waiting for a ride to the nearest train station and a couple offered me a ride back to the city instead. I warned them that I wouldn't be able to hear them in the car and that I would be the quietest passenger they ever had. No problem.
I hated it. Too late, I realize that I should have declined. I hate sitting in a tin can and not being able to be included with the other talking people. Finally, we were in the city and I began to gather up my things.
"Oh, are you awake?" Am I awake?!?#*! I have known this young man since he was a boy, for at least fifteen years. Am I awake?!?#*! If he had bothered to look in the rear view mirror he would have know that of course I was awake. If he had bothered to think for a split second he would have realized why I hadn't said anything during most of the trip.
I felt like ripping a hole through the car but instead I restrain myself, smile and say,
"I didn't mean to be unsocial, but I lip-read and I can't lip-read through the back of your skulls. If I could figure out how to do that, I'd sell it and make a mint." Jaws drop. I continue to smile and gratefully exit.
I really don't enjoy socializing with hearing people. My connection to the Thanksgiving dinner was with another hard of hearing woman, that was the only reason I was there.
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