By R. L.
had a loud voice until our Dad got up in years. I remember when I went
to the Doctor’s with him. I was 14 yeas old. The Dr. asked him to
“urinate in a glass,” and Dad said “Hu?” The Dr. repeated it again, and
Dad said “Hu?” The Dr. lost his patience: “Would you Please pee pee
in the glass?”
Father was not a diplomat, what he
thought is what he usually said – but not this time. Instead, he said,
“Sorry, Doc. I should have told you that I was hard of hearing, I guess
you didn’t see my wire going up to my ear?”
furious, but my father hushed me up.
left the doctor’s office, I asked Dad, “How come you were so nice to the
he replied, “I am surprised that he did not apologize, especially a
doctor, but I’ve learned that telling them about my problem, they are
usually a little embarrassed. I don’t know if this guy was or not.
I think the Doctor was more ashamed than we were hurt.
Over the years, I have lost most of my hearing. I am just as
deaf as my father was then, and I realize it is my problem, some people
understand that, some do not. Generally, at a dinner table of six to
eight strangers, the one who is hard of hearing, is seldom involved in
the conversation; he or she sits in the lonesome chair – and not
because they do not want to be in the conversation.
Then why is this so?
When my wife is with me,
if she sees that I did not hear the message, she looks at me and
repeats it to me, and gives me a chance to acknowledge it, myself.
Then they address, my
wife – not me.