My Hearing Aids Are Gorgeous! (And Mysteriously Right-Aligned)
Jan 8 2009 | Comments 5
liz | 5:36 PM | DISABILITY
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liz | 5:36 PM | DISABILITY
Liz Spikol was born in Philadelphia sometime in the 20th century. She started writing about her experience as a person with mental illness in 1999, while employed at Philadelphia Weekly as the paper’s managing editor. Aside from serving as that paper’s web editor, music editor, staff writer, senior editor, executive editor and a host of other random roles that she couldn’t make up her mind about, she has also worked as a Spanish teacher, as a Certified Peer Specialist during Philly’s system-wide transformation and as a communications specialist for a prison reform organization. Currently, she works at the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania and writes book reviews for PW. This blog — named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 and 2008 by PsychCentral — is about medications, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, OCD, PTSD, SAD (and many other acronyms), mad pride, Big Pharma, celebrities, hospitals, stigma and the recovery movement. And other stuff.
if it’s not one thing it’s another but you must go on.
Tres chic!
My father who refuses to see me, lost a lot of his hearing. He was a candidate for the implant who’s name starts with cock! I cannot spell the coccular implant right, sorry. Anyway, my dad continued to dive, which stopped him from having the implant. Recently he stopped diving, which is a good thing.
I used to dive with my dad. It’s not good when your dive buddy can’t hear if you rap on your tank.
A few years ago, I started to study American Sign Language. It was offered by our holding company. It is a lovely language, a dance of words and expressions.
As I return to school to become a dog trainer and service animal specialist, I think I should return to school for ASL, as well as Spanish.
I hope that you are able to hear the trees drip, the birds flutter and dip and the hiss of a bus as it lowers to let on those who might not make the first step.
All blessings.
Wow. Hearing aids sure have changed since my days in rehab! Those really are little works of art. I hope they work as well as they look.
Dano, my dogs always respond better to and seem to prefer hand signals. They all get deaf as oysters when they’re old so I make it a point to use hand signals when they’re younger. Which is my long-winded way of saying I think ASL fits nicely with your other plans. It’s kind of cool to think you’re into communicating with your hands. I believe Spaniards “talk with their hands” a lot, too. All you need is some Italian to complete the picture. (I, of course, come from a people who dance with their hands pasted to their sides so what do I know from hands-on communication?)
Best wishes,
Sherry
I am always afraid I’m going to lose my hearing or that I already have hearing loss. How do you know? Isn’t it scary? I love music so much and if I could never hear it again I would be devastated. Not to mention everything else. I’ve had a lot of ear infections, and every time I get one I get petrified, because I can’t hear.
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