About the Author

I was born.  I’m relatively sure of that, having never met another Homo Sapiens Sapiens who was planted in a tomato patch or decanted from a decoction.  I don’t remember it, but I have a brother and sister who assure me that I really did come into this world in the usual way.  I even have photos of the result a few weeks after arrival, all bound up in blankets and posing with relatives.

Somewhere along the way, when I was about 18 months old, I received a serious head injury that crushed my inner ear and broke the nerve on the left side. I’m lucky I was not totally deafened or killed – it was a severe injury. The injury also affected my hearing in my right ear. In fact, by the time I was in the photo to the left I was already HoH.

No one knew my hearing was compromised until I was about 3 years old.  Mom figured it out by doing a “whisper” game. Even then, no one checked my right ear. I don’t remember being fully hearing, so I don’t really miss the loss of bilateral hearing, but I do regret losing what I’ve had. I can now tell the difference, despite the loss being gradual during my adult years.

I’m old enough to remember early mass vaccinations of children against Polio – no sugar cubes then; it was the old shot in the arm routine.  Many of my childhood friends wore leg braces or had a limp or a withered arm as a result of Polio.

When I was 8 years old my stated goal was to “know everything.”  I’ve not made that goal yet, but I’ve made a good try at it!

I liked Beech-Nut Peppermint Gum and my older siblings played Blueberry Hill by Fats Does it get better than this?Domino on the record player. I was also horse crazy.

I was mainstreamed in school, which is a little good and a little bad. I had problems keeping up and also became good at developing coping skills. Too good. No one knows I’m HoH unless I tell them. I do the “deaf nod” far too often, I also read lips rather imperfectly,  and I’m cagy about maximizing my exposure to voices and staying out of situations where noise is overwhelming (which makes me functionally deaf). Without a hearing aid  I hear about 1.5 words in three from most speakers, so the fact my brain pieces together conversations is miraculous.

My first real boyfriend was totally deaf and I learned American Sign Language (ASL) from him and the Deaf Community he was a part of. I wonder how he is today, or if he’s even still alive. One never knows. When he moved to Utah I moved away and lost contact with the deaf community, which is sad.

Between then and now I’ve been a mom, a grandma, and worked in all sorts of fields from social services to law. After an accident that broke bones, gave me a closed head injury, and more, I and to retire by necessity. I’m still learning to be functional again. These days I know to ask for an interpreter for the deaf or CART if I need it. I’ve lived from Alaska to Massachusetts, and been to Mexico, Canada, and Australia.  I love photography, exercise, and writing…not necessarily in that order.

Getting back to my hearing, I never had a hearing test until I was an adult and took myself to an ENT who told me I’d be totally deaf by age 50 because of my Meniere’s and other various hearing problems – including a damaged nerve on my “good” side that is slowly dying.  Yikes! I’ve beaten that estimate, but I’m still told that the hearing is going away, just a bit more slowly than projected. Of course, it helps that technology has improved vastly to enhance what I have left or I’d be hard pressed to cope.  It should be noted that I was never fitted with a hearing aid until around 1983 – an old analog one.  My brain lost hearing functionality during that time it has never quite regained.

After fits and starts over the years, I’m finally taking ASL seriously. It’s been a year since I started learning. Sign language has changed over time, but I’m gradually getting it. I wanted to know it all RIGHT NOW! Of course, that didn’t happen, but hey, life is a journey, not a destination. 🙂

This started off just being a blog about boomer things, but as a HoH boomer, it has taken on more and more of the flavor of life as the HoH boomer who is someday going to be a member of the oral deaf.

At present I’m hanging out near Dallas, Texas if there are any Hoh Texans reading this.

18 comments

  1. Love the snark! Thanks for following VirtuaVet. I have plenty of attitude, too. It’s healthy, no? If you anted to, you could probably just ponder deaf dogs and dog parks and I’d be an avid reader!

  2. Thanks for stopping by. My roomie’s dog is attempting to help me respond by shoving his face between my hands. Oh, it’s the food on the desk he’s after. I do love the wee beasties, I do, which is fortunate as he’s going to be my bed pal tonight when the storm hits as I’m the only human on the face of the earth he trusts to protect him from howling winds and that mean, nasty thunder stuff.

      1. Hi CCAC, AnotherBoomerBlog is already a follower of your blog. 🙂 I like to keep my finger on the pulse of whatever can help the Deaf and HoH. Thanks for the “press.” I am so happy CCAC is there for the Deaf and HoH Community!

  3. I added you to my Connections. I enjoy this blog!! Well done. I’m no amateur in blogging, although my newest one is only a day old. (My other one is a mommy blog under a different name). I’m also not an amateur to all things hearing loss, but it took me until now to embrace and climb past the denial stage. I’m not getting better. But I’m good enough. So I reach out and look for blogs that inspire me to stay on track. You are doing it with this blog, and for that I think you. 🙂

  4. Thank you so kindly. I actually figured out how to do it after I posted…:) I’m not an amateur in WordPress, or blogging, I was just…confused. Or something. Thanks for doing it!! Regards, C

  5. I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. I’ve done this because I find your posts exceptional. You don’t have to pass it on, but I hope you will. You can read about your nomination on my site!

    1. Thank you. As soon as I recover from “the plague” I shall attend to awards. Until then, consider me in quarantine. I’m sure my roommate will be so thrilled to arrive home to a pesthouse from her time in sunny Florida.

      1. Feel well soon, my friend. I went through the same debilitating, just.let.me.die flu and it truly was nasty, but luckily short-term. (I got a flu shot, highly recommend. You might get flu but not as long..so I’ve been told)

        Get well soon, and tell roommate it’s her fault for leaving you to fend for yourself. That should keep her in line!

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