When I was 18 I experienced a massive drop in my hearing. I’d gone from having a severe loss to a profound one but the drop was so sudden it was hard to deal with at first.
I’d changed from being someone who wore hearing aids when I felt like it to a person that couldn’t live without them.
Nobody really explained why it happened the way it did.
My sister and I were both born hearing (apparently- there were no newborn screenings then) and our high frequency hearing losses weren’t detected until we were at primary school.
My parents were told it was likely our hearing would deteriorate as we got older due to the hairs in the cochlear that transmit sound slowly dying.
So my loss of sound was a gradual one – up until my eighteenth year.
The drop in hearing I encountered was a big one. So much that I was offered counselling to come to terms with the loss and the therapist introduced the process of grief to me.
I remember being confused. Grief? I haven’t suffered a bereavement? But they explained that losing a sense has similar effects to a physical loss and the process of accepting and adapting to this enormous change is almost identical.
First there’s denial. I sure felt that. It was no big deal I kept saying to my Mum. I didn’t want to talk about how I couldn’t hear the TV anymore or even my own voice when I screamed… just get on with things. That was my initial response.
But then came the anger. Anger at how unfair it was, how cruel life could be; feeling out of control and helpless to do anything as my hearing slipped away.
The counsellor explained that the phases of grief are not linear and can return in waves throughout your life. The trick is to ride the waves as they came and not to fight them.
Since those sessions I’ve come a long way and I’ve fully accepted what I can/can’t hear. Maybe it’s different when you’re born deaf as you may not know what you’re missing. But to have full hearing and then lose it the way I did is something that definitely has its moments of sadness.
It was a couple of years ago now, that my sister and I went to the Big Reunion concert; where all our favourite bands of the late 90s and early 00s played. We were beyond excited as we had grown up listening to these groups and singing them together.
The opening act was A1 who performed a cover of Aha’s Take On Me. I adored the song and even performed to it as a young girl but as the show started and the crowd went crazy, I stared at the stage, confused.
Nothing made sense acoustically. Where was the electro melody? The high pitched keyboard synthesiser? All I could hear was screams and a strange thumping bass.
That’s when the grief hit me in the stomach. God I missed music.
I missed hearing it properly. Not with strained ears in a quiet room, focusing intently just to hear something familiar. I missed the ease of popping a song on and being instantly transported. I missed being involved in that world.
I watched the rest of the concert in bittersweet nostalgia. Happy to see the bands and routines I recognised but sad that I could no longer participate in fully enjoying them.
I still love music but my relationship with it has changed. I tend to stick to the oldies that my brain recognises and when I do learn a new song it takes me a while to study and revise all the layers; the lyrics, the melody, the rhythm, the overlapping sounds. It’s hard work but a labour of love.
I know that I’m not alone in experiencing a sense of loss from time to time. I’m aware that amongst all the jokes and banter and the big D little d debates, there are individuals who are perhaps still coming to terms with a change in their hearing.
So if you are struggling or if this deaf world is still new or alien to you, please don’t be afraid to get professional support.
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Rebecca Anne Withey is a freelance writer with a background in Performing Arts & Holistic health.
She is also profoundly deaf, a sign language user and pretty great lipreader.
Her holistic practices and qualifications include Mindfulness, Professional Relaxation Therapy, Crystal Therapy and Reiki.
She writes on varied topics close to her heart in the hope that they may serve to inspire others.
Ellie
February 27, 2017
It’s very different, I went from hearing to the edge of profound in 8 years. My way to cope with it is by looking at the benefits…
– I’ve found who my real friends are (those who will repeat themselves, show me a picture to give me context, or giggle WITH me when I get it totally wrong), sure I’ve lost some or we’ve drifted but that means the people who are left are really worth bothering with.
– I’m learning BSL, and feel welcome in the local deaf club, despite my floundering signing skills. I’m not sure I would be learning if it’d happened in 40/50 years time.
– My OH has shown how amazing he is, he has totally accepted it, and is learning (slowly) some sign and adjusting with me.
– I’m applying for a hearing dog, because of the safety it brings. But I also can’t wait to have a furrry friend in my life that go everywhere with me.
– I’m learning to be more assertive, you need to look at me when you talk…still not working, can you write it down on my boogie board? Nope? You can’t be bothered…I’ll find somewhere else to shop.
That’s not to say there aren’t things that are incredibly hard, but I’ve found there is support there if you look for it.
I’m now at a stage that if I had a magic wand or a genie…my wish might be to pay off my mortgage, rather than restore my hearing. Funny isn’t it? Because when I was first diagnosed I would have done almost anything…
Martyn
February 28, 2017
Although I’ve been hearing impaired since early childhood, I have lost considerable hearing since. I think my formative years prepared me for what lay ahead. It must, however, be devastating for hearing people who become deafened, particularly at a later stage of life. I can well understand the need for counselling, as it is not just about hearing, it affects people on all levels. I can also understand the use of the word ‘grief’. They have lost an essential skill which helps them have a place in society. Counselling or just sharing experiences with others can help turn the negatives into positives. The best thing I ever did was to get involved in a deaf charity, as it brought me into contact with positive role models and educated me about what solutions are out there.
Thanks for sharing.
zoe Bennett
February 28, 2017
I know that feeling x