Archive for March, 2008

Peace

Last night, just before bed, I went into the guest room and got Nana’s afghan.  I tried to sleep but no luck.  I was wide awake until 4 am or so. I alternated between almost irrationally wishing Nana into heaven, my memories, and passing time on the laptop. I had Nana’s afghan, the one she made for me when I was a little kid, wrapped around me. I could feel the weight and warmth of it. For the first time in many years, I noticed the blue tag sewn in one corner, “Made with love by Nana”.

I stumbled into work on 3 hours of sleep. Word came that day. Nana died at 3:02 am.

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Saying goodbye

Nana is dying. She is very special to me.

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Nana, you were my playmate, my helper, my role model and my teacher. Your patience was infinite and your love never wavered.

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This is one of my favorite pictures, of Nana as a young woman. It must have been taken in the 1920s, but that dress and shoes would still be stylish today! I’ll bet you a hundred dollars the picture was taken outside of a church.

Goodbye, Nana. I love you more than words can say.

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Eat Pray Love

This book is soooo good.

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lol

Happy Easter, even if it is way too early and not remotely spring-like outside.

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To be insulted or not to be

As someone who had internalized hearing culture and values growing up, I was pretty definite about what was a compliment (”I couldn’t tell you had a hearing loss”) and what felt insulting (I now feel ashamed to say that once upon a time, calling me ‘deaf’ or asking me if I used sign language felt insulting.) Now I feel uprooted, in a limbo of sorts. What is oppressive? What should I be proud of? What is politically correct? What isn’t?

The other day, someone who oversees my position at work (in a marginal way, I don’t see or meet with him regularly) noticed my hearing aids for the first time. He asked about them (interestingly, as soon as he started asking about my hearing loss, he took a step backwards and lowered his voice) and I answered his questions (while taking a step forward and straining to understand.) He said he used to work with the Deaf at a school for many years, then stated “I could tell something was different about your voice, and I thought you had some hearing loss.” He is the second person I’ve ever met who said that my voice sounded different.

Whenever I am caught off guard, I respond with a smile, protecting the other person’s feelings rather than my own. My immediate inner reaction, however, is to feel indignant and defensive. But I have no idea how to respond and properly show that to someone. This time I thought about it again and thought maybe I should consider it a compliment of sorts! I am NOT hearing so why should I expect to come across as 100% hearing when I am not? I should take pride in the fact that my voice is different! Right?

I told Steve about it and he was pissed. He felt it was rude and we joked about how it would come across if it was said about any other handicap or condition. “You’re blind? Oh, I could tell because you have a cane and bump into things.” “You’re fat? Oh, I could tell because I saw you eat a huge buffet.” “You’re crippled? Oh, I could tell because you have a wheelchair.”

Today I was in the living room. I heard Steve in the kitchen groan and say “Oh no!” A couple seconds later, two Mormon types were at the door. It was too late for me to hide, I had to answer the door because they could see me in the living room. One woman immediately started signing, “you’re deaf?” Taken by surprise, I responded automatically, verbally “I’m hearing impaired.” Then in the back of my mind, I remember that the deaf community considers ‘hearing impaired’ as a politically incorrect term. Wasn’t I going to start saying that I was deaf anyway? Clearly it is not a word that comes to me easily even now.

Now we’re all confused. What does it mean if I’m hearing impaired? They don’t know. I don’t really know. The woman plunges on, tentatively using signs and then eventually signing less and talking more. She looks increasingly uncomfortable. I try to make them feel better with smiles, even though I think religious people who go door to door trying to convert people are insane.

Apparently, someone told the Mormons I had hearing loss and recommended me as someone to go to their services that will be in ASL on a certain date. I politely took their pamphlets and they left after that. Then I thought about how weird the whole thing was and should I take offense? I had been named and tracked down to my home purely based on my hearing loss. On the other hand, perhaps it was considerate to inform me of an event in the community that had accommodations and would have benefited from if I was fluent in ASL. Oh, and also if I was an insane religious person.

Either way. The confusion is a part of a cultural lens and identity shift and it is interesting to see how it changes my experience.

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Speechless

This is the weirdest, most perplexing topic I’ve ever read about.  Ever. I had no idea this existed.

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lush

Terry:  She was English.

Me:  She’s a lush?

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Home again

After much delay, we took off in a blizzard, barely managed to catch a flight in Newark that routed us to Houston, spent the night in the baggage claim area, and finally, after 24 hours, landed in San Diego. We may as well have landed in another world, given the extreme opposites in weather.

I spent a week being intoxicated on sunlight and the smell of large exotic flowers blooming everywhere. We visited good friends, the zoo, Balboa Park, gardens, a museum, Old Town, Coronado, Stone brewery in Escondido, three different beaches, cliffs, and tidepools.

Thankfully the red eye flight home was uneventful and it wasn’t long before we were dragging our suitcases through snow, ice, and slush.

I’m still recuperating. What a week!

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