I remember my first set of hearing aids. I was
eleven and I was both ashamed and excited.
I was ashamed because I knew it would add just
another reason for the kids in school to make fun of me. I worried people would
see them and laugh at me. I tried to cover them with my hair.
I was excited because for the first time since I was
four, I would hear some things I could never hear before.
At first, even the crackling of paper hurt my ears.
My eardrums were super sensitive.
I remember the afternoon I first got the aids. My
dad had taken the afternoon off work and I’d been pulled out of school for the
day. After my appointment, my parents took advantage of Dad’s afternoon off to
get some errands done. On the list was the hardware store.
In A Healing
Love, Kimberly has her first breakdown in the hardware store, as she’s
completely overwhelmed and shocked into a flashback by the noise around her.
It really does feel like that at first. Incredibly
loud and scary. Sensitive, unused eardrums just thumping in your ears. Unlike
Kimberly, my eleven-year-old self had never been in a war zone so I just
covered my ears, fiddled with my volume knobs and complained to my parents
about the noise. For Kimberly it’s worse as it brings back memories.
It’s both a frightening and exciting experience. And
like Kimberly, it took time for me to admit I needed the hearing aids. I want
to say, it should always be a choice. Friends and family members of
hard-of-hearing people, I want to say something specifically to you.
You mean well and you want the best for your loved
one, but hearing aids and cochlear implants are a personal decision. Sometimes
the person may actually be happy in a soundless world. Baby cries, we don’t’
hear it. Dogs bark incessantly, no problem. Respect their decision, no matter
what it is. And make sure you aren’t suggesting aids or implants just to make your life easier.
Kimberly and I both chose hearing aids. Her
experience in the book with getting molds is my very own: the feeling of
pressure, the coldness, the drooling around the mouthpiece. It really is quite
mortifying. Here’s a blurb:
Just as Kimberly was about to jump
up and gesture to Jasmine she’d changed her mind, the doctor transferred the
blue mixture to a giant plastic syringe and with gentle hands, pushed her hair
away from her ear and began filling it with the thick goo. Kimberly almost
jumped in surprise. The pressure building up in her ear hurt, like the pressure
build-up when on an airplane, and the stuff was cold, but she struggled to be
still. She didn’t want to have to do it again.
When the audiologist had filled both
ears, he handed her a paper towel and smiled. “For the drool,” he said and
turned to leave the room.
Oh
my God! How degrading! Kimberly immediately
placed the napkin to her open mouth and knew her eyes were wide with horror,
because Jasmine was laughing uproariously, her head thrown back and her mouth
open.
Kimberly continued wiping her chin,
feeling disgusting, while her sister-in-law appeared to be getting more amused
with each passing moment. Finally, the other woman got herself under control
enough to speak. “If you could see how funny you look. I’m not being mean, but
the look on your face is priceless.”
Kimberly reached for her pad and
pen, placing the paper towel in front of her mouth.
This better be worth it!
I promise, for those of you who want them, it is worth it. You can even hook these
things up to the TV and for the first time ever, I’m able to hear doors
slamming and footsteps on the floor...I only like sound during TV though, not
the rest of the day. LOL
And for those of you shamed, don’t be. Tuck that
hair behind it! Let it show. Never be ashamed of who you are. It’s no different
than wearing glasses or braces.
Thank you for letting me talk about this.
Blurb:
Kimberly Rogers
vowed to fight a tragic past the only way she knew how: she joined the Army and
became strong. No man would hurt her again. But a war wound sends her to her
brother's in Cripple Creek, WY, with vision and hearing impairments.
Whereas
glasses can help her see and hearing aids can help her hear, nothing can force
her to talk again. Is she really unable to speak, or is she hiding behind her
disability to protect herself, her pride, and her heart? Regulated to the most
menial of jobs, her world in shambles, Kimberly is finally convinced to seek
medical assistance.
Carlos
Medina is Jackson Hole's best therapist. If anyone can make Kimberly speak
again, it's him. But Kimberly has to meet him halfway, and Carlos has his own
past tragedy that the young, mute woman threatens to force him to conquer.
They both
have wounds…and sometimes wounds must be reopened before they can heal. Can
they open up to each other? Can Kimberly find her voice again and open her
heart? Can love heal them both?
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, dog
mom, writer, and editor. You’ll never see her without her Kindle or a book
within reach. As a child, she would often take a flashlight under the covers to
finish the recent Nancy Drew novel when she was supposed to be sleeping.
Tara is addicted to Law
& Order: SVU, has a crush on Cary Grant, laughs at her own jokes, and
is constantly modifying recipes and experimenting in the kitchen. Her
theme is Strong is Sexy. She writes
about strong women facing obstacles—in the military, with their handicaps, or
just learning to accept themselves. Her heroines can stand alone and take care
of themselves, but they often find love in the process.
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, dog
mom, writer, and editor. You’ll never see her without her Kindle or a book
within reach. As a child, she would often take a flashlight under the covers to
finish the recent Nancy Drew novel when she was supposed to be sleeping.
Tara is addicted to Law
& Order: SVU, has a crush on Cary Grant, laughs at her own jokes, and
is constantly modifying recipes and experimenting in the kitchen. Her
theme is Strong is Sexy. She writes
about strong women facing obstacles—in the military, with their handicaps, or
just learning to accept themselves. Her heroines can stand alone and take care
of themselves, but they often find love in the process.
Your experience reminds me of when I was in fourth grade and couldn't see anything. When I finally was taken to the eye doctor, he took me outside and placed the test lenses in front of my eyes. I practically jumped back when I realized all the green blobs in the distance actually had individual branches!
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