Hey everyone. My name is Remington, and I’ve worn hearing aids since I was 4 years old. My diagnosis was nothing too uncommon amongst kids with hearing impairments; I was failing to notice or produce a difference between “sh’s” and “ch’s.”
(How much wood could a woodshuck shuck if a woodshuck could shuck wood?)
My speech-language pathologist referred me to an audiologist and I was eventually fitted with hearing aids to assist with my moderate to moderately-severe hearing impairment.
Even from that young age, I never considered myself to be very different. I was just a person who had to wear hearing aids, and as far as I remember, I never thought too much of them. My earliest negative hearing aid memory happened at an elementary school field trip, which was held in partnership with another school in the district. A boy from another school came up to me and asked me what I had in my ears. Then he asked me what my name was. Upon learning both answers, he laughed and said, “they should have called you
I remember that statement didn’t hurt me so much as it confused me. I wasn’t deaf, I could hear almost about as well as any other kid with my hearing aids. To me, deaf meant I had no hearing at all. Why would I want to paint myself with that brush when I could still hear most of the world? I didn’t know if he was really completely wrong, or if maybe my perceptions about myself were wrong.
That’s one of the things I hope to explore with this weekly blog. I want to discuss the perceptions of people who wear hearing aids, and the language and behaviours employed by themselves and those around them. I hope to share my experiences, and my goals as a future audiologist myself perhaps even dive into the science side of things as well.
Thank you for following this blog, and I hope to hear from you.