I’m on a mission really. A mission to express how it feels to have duff ears, to say how I cope – and I do cope. Maybe not as well as others, but I don’t do so badly really. I want to try to help people understand something of what it can be like. You can’t know until you are living it though. I never understood fully until recently, until my hearing moved into the “very little useful” hearing bracket.
Some people though, some people, think that I am just whining on, bleating, ranting, complaining, have a chip on my shoulder, they say I blame my hearing for the failures in my life. What failures?
These are people who think it’s OK to make jokes about a disability, to tease, to taunt. They always know some deaf geezer down the pub who used to joke about being deaf. He never minded them making jokes about his hearing, so I shouldn’t mind them making jokes. Except I would call it mocking. I should develop a thicker skin they say, I am too sensitive apparently. I say they lack sensitivity and insight.
It never seems to occur to them that they are lacking in sensitivity. They think the work of organisations such as; CHS, CHHA, RNID, is “political correctness gone mad”. It never occurs to them that those people who joke in public might cry in private.
Bitter? maybe, but I don’t and won’t accept than I am worth less.