Category: Meniere’s disease

On the Level

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The “cheap” level I purchased this weekend.

We recently moved to reduce my husband’s daily commute from 3 hours to 10 minutes. In moving, things are often “lost”. A phrase often heard in our house lately has been “It’ll turn up!” Although cheerfully voiced and repeated with conviction, over the last 6 weeks there have been some items that have not turned up. One such item was the “level”. It was a really nice level too – approximately 18 inches long and very well made. I know that Home Depot advertises these digital gadgets that use an infra-red beam to determine – “level” – but I want something I can wrap my arms around and move around as if I need a hard hat and knowledge of construction! I have neither… but I like the illusion!

Anyway – I digress…

In the move, my husband and 20-year-old son put together a new T.V. stand for our 42-inch flat screen. The first time I sat down to watch a taped “favorite” I knew something was wrong.

“Umm… honey? The screen is crooked” I announced with confidence.

Terry did get up to stand in front of the T.V. with a critical eye, but explained with some assurance in tone and stance that, “It isn’t crooked. It’s fine!”

I gave him one of THOSE looks. You know the kind where you don’t actually SAY anything, but yet SAID a lot?

“Besides”, he teased, “how can YOU say whether or not anything is crooked or straight?”

“My world may revolve, but it isn’t skewed,” I retorted.

Over the next 3 weeks I continued to insist the screen was crooked. I watch very little television and what I watch is usually a taped show. When I sat to watch a taped cooking show or “Bones”, I didn’t want to have to turn my head to watch it “straight”. I was starting to let my frustration show that I seemed to be the only one who noticed the screen was crooked. Determined to prove my own “sense of level”, I went in search of our – erm – level.

It’s very frustrating to go through every nook and cranny of a new home looking for something you clearly remember packing and not finding the item! While picking up a few things at Wal-mart this weekend I got my husband’s attention as I headed for the hardware section. “I’m getting a cheap level,” I announced with NO ROOM for argument. He rolled his eyes but followed Chloe and I to the hardware department.

Ignorance is Bliss

When we got home, Terry and I unpacked the Wal-mart bags. I was busy in the kitchen when I caught sight of him in the family room standing in front of the T.V. He was putting the level on the television stand and then the T.V., all the while looking very thoughtful. I walked over to see if my sense of “level” could be trusted.

“It’s crooked,” he admitted with some surprise.

I tried very hard not to crow, for I’ve never done “chicken” very well. “Yes, honey. Do you think you can fix it? It is driving me bananas!”

“Oh sure I can fix it, but I’ll need Chris’s help. I’ll get it done this week,” he promised.

Do you know that over the last 2 days I have caught Terry standing in front of the T.V. numerous times with his head tilted? Ignorance is bliss. Now that he KNEW it was crooked, it seemed to exasperate him as well. The T.V. hasn’t MOVED or been ADJUSTED, yet now it seemed to really distract Terry too.

What “Bugs” Me, May Not “Bug” You

If you follow this blog because you have an invisible disability or service dog you will recognize a theme that often shows up here. No two disabilities are the same. Even folks with hearing loss have differences that make their hearing loss – or “hearing again” unique. I have become “pen pals” of a sort with numerous people who have Meniere’s disease. Yet I have never discovered any one individual who has exactly the same triggers as I. Through Fidos For Freedom, I have met a number of individuals with Multiple Sclerosis, mobility issues, deaf or hard-of-hearing, suffer from fibromyalgia, or other invisible “enemies”. I have learned that what may “bug” me may have no influence on someone else who may have a similar disability.We are as unique as our disability and abilities. I for one, like it that way. Something may look “crooked” to me and in need of straightening, but it may actually be fine to someone else.

I think we have to be very careful about assuming that every individual with a similar disability lives life the same way – experiencing the same frustrations and triumphs. The late-deafened crowd can be very bad about this as hearing loss is not “one size fits all”. Frequency, pitch, and decibel levels are all experienced differently by folks with hearing loss. Those of us who use cochlear implants and/or hearing aids may not experience the same benefit as another whose audiogram may look very similar. A listening environment may be very difficult for me because of the level of background noise, but you may be able to tune out things very easily with a specific “map” of your own CI.

Yesterday in church I experienced a painful reminder that what is “level” for one person may not be “level” at all for me. After church, the organist plays a piece of music as everyone leaves. People do a quick “catch up” with those around them or greet newcomers. Can I be honest a moment and say that it is all I can do not to wince when the organist begins to play? I try hard to control my expression, but I found myself gripping my hands together as I tried to make out the voices around me while my CI picked up the organ music loud and clear and deciphered the sound as best it could. I felt the hair on my neck stand up and …

I didn’t even know I had hair on my neck!

A plan of action is needed… I’m going to turn my CI off immediately after the service and just read lips.

If I tried to explain to someone else with hearing loss, they may not understand what the problem is and do just fine in that listening environment. As a matter of fact, I have noted a number of hearing aids in ears around me in the auditorium. They aren’t snatching the technology off from behind their ears and running from the auditorium screaming like a maniac. As I inwardly “shackled” my own maniac I couldn’t help but wonder how they did it. How can this surround-sound, swelling noise be ignored while they focused on actual voices around them?

Easy.

What was “crooked” to me was “on the level” for them. No adjustment necessary! We really have to remember that. I think it all boils down to:

1. Learn to communicate your needs clearly so others may adjust to best help.

2. Respect another individual’s choices and decisions made to find true accessibility.

Sometimes not much can be done to “straighten” what is crooked. Then our responsibility changes. I hope I can be gracious and accepting about things that cannot be “fixed” or “changed” to best meet my hearing and balance needs.

Denise Portis

© 2011 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

What’s Different? Not So Sure About This After All…

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Saturday Chloe and I were both very excited about finding ourselves on the road to Fidos For Freedom in Laurel, MD, for training. We recently moved so that my husband wouldn’t have to travel 90 miles (one way) each day for work and have finally unpacked the last box. With no other pressing responsibilities or priorities in my way to keep me from attending training, I gratefully got up and prepared for a training class.

The closer we got to Fidos, the more Chloe whined. I love hearing her whine because it reminds me that I CAN. In a close environment like the car, I can always hear her “dog noises”. Sometimes outside or in the house I may miss that. (Part of the reason she comes to actually GET me for an alert…) By the time we parked, Chloe was practically clapping her paws together. (Well – yeah, that is impossible, but you get my meaning…)

After warming up on the training floor, Pat (Director of Training) set up some benches for a recall exercise. Now Chloe has recall exercises down and rarely breaks a “stay” command. I can turn my back on her, practically “hide” behind another client, stand 100 feet away, etc., and she will stay where I put her until called. This didn’t come easy for her in the beginning and she managed to cause many a trainer to pull their hair out. Pat had Chloe and 2 other dogs sit within the “box” she made with benches in the middle of the floor and we did a “regular” recall exercise. Imagine my surprise when Chloe broke her “stay” and headed right for me without being called. She responded to moving dogs around her instead of watching me. I put her back where she belonged and set about to try again. Pat was “speaking in my head” (via t-coil and the looped training room) that we should not be surprised if our dogs don’t respond as we expect because “SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT“. With that thought going through my mind I determined to watch Chloe’s body language more closely this time. As soon as I sat her down and went some distance I could tell she was nervous. Although she was staying in a “sit/stay”, she was juggling her body weight and fidgeting. Her ears were down and her eyebrows were crinkled as she looked at me across that distance.

Something was different. It was minor. But golly did it make the biggest difference to my otherwise well-adjusted hound dog! One minor change and she was unsure and ill-at-ease. Likely because I was making an effort to really pay attention to her body language more so than usual, I could tell that for the remainder of the training hour she was unsure of herself.

We approached those same benches later in the hour for an “under” training exercise. Pat advised us to remove correction collars because for many dogs this was “new” and we didn’t want to accidentally tug and give them even a minor correction. I removed Chloe’s leash/collar (and other than a quick interception as she made a bee-line for “her trainer”), coaxed her under those benches and through the exercise in a matter of minutes. Others may not have noticed. I did… because I was taking the time to notice. For even something that was “easy” for her… she was still trembling in approaching those benches. I could see the hair on her legs shaking. She was more confident because of my proximity, but still unsure of this “different”, staged set-up in the middle of the floor. These “different” exercises are good for our dogs. It helps them respond with more confidence when something happens out of the ordinary in public.

What’s Different?

It’s amazing to me how the smallest change in my environment can influence how well I hear. For example, having moved to a home with few carpeted areas, I’m dealing with hearing in an ‘echo’ and having some sounds “bounce around”. New place with no carpet – small change! Yet it still makes a difference in how well I hear.

Two men with very similar voice/speech patterns can be talking to me. Slap facial hair on one of them and I may have more difficulty understanding one over the other.

My new home has very narrow staircases. I can actually ascend and descend at a normal pace! The staircases at work, however? They are much wider and open, in architecture with higher ceilings. Both staircases take you up or down… but the wider, more open ones cause extreme vertigo while I can practically jog up and down the ones at home!

I can “circle left” on the training floor with Chloe and have no problems. “Circle right” practically knocks me on my butt though! When your world constantly defaults to spinning in a counter-clockwise direction, turning the opposite way can be problematic! I can go through revolving doors that go counter-clockwise. I have learned to avoid the ones that turn clockwise! Small changes can have a big impact.

Cumulative Effect of Small Changes

I try to be independent and confident. It’s one of the reasons I chose to be partnered with an assistance dog. I didn’t like having to rely on my family to tell me my phone was ringing or to pick things up for me that I dropped. I can be determined and full of “I am WOMAN – hear me ROAR” attitude and still find that small changes can have a cumulative effect on me. If I’m tired, sick, emotionally spent, stressed because of finances or work, “at odds” with a friend or family member, or haven’t given God the time of day lately, I find that the cumulative effect can really knock me off my feet (which sometimes may be quite literally!).

I’m a real believer in trying to recognize “red flags” and control what you CAN. Getting 8 hours of sleep every night for me is actually a main priority. I’ve had my peers ask, “How in the world can you get 8 hours of sleep EVERY night? Who does that?”

I do.

If I don’t get enough rest, it influences how well I hear and affects my balance. But ya know? As a friend recently emailed me and explained… “life happens” – planning, preparation, and “best intentions” sometimes fall short. Numerous “small” changes and differences occur in our normal routine that can ultimately have a big impact on how well we function – living with disabilities. I think we have to be on the look out for this cumulative effect. We may find we are getting sick more often. Perhaps if you’ve struggled with depression, you may find that you are feeling down more often than you were. Maybe you just NEVER feel completely rested.

Yes.

The reason you may not be hearing as well as you were (or whatever acquired disability you may be dealing with) may be that you simply need a new “map” (for those of you who are CI users), or a new hearing aid. Maybe your family have just gotten lazy and have forgotten that they need to face you. You may need to have a “family pow-wow” again. But sometimes? Sometimes we aren’t hearing well because all of these small changes have snowballed into a major cumulative effect on our hearing. Sit down and make a list. What changes have been going on in your life in the last week? The last month? The last year? You may find that numerous “small” stressors have taken their toll. Bramston and Mioche (2001) found that as people with acquired disability engage life with a higher stress level than someone without a disability, it may only take a small change to create problems for us. I think those of us who have lived with hearing loss for a longer period of time have discovered some tried and true coping techniques. In experiencing some “life happens” moments, we may even have a “plan B” set of responses that enable us to continue to live successfully and victoriously! The funny thing about life though? It likes to throw curve balls occasionally. We need to be wise enough to recognize a series of small changes have occurred that is keeping us from maximizing our potential.

Take a time out.

Regroup.

Ask for advice (and prayer).

Make any necessary changes.

Start again!

Don’t make the mistake of thinking you have this exercise “nailed” like Chloe did. One small change may make you realize things are not as they seem. The first flurry of activity and scrambling of peers may have you making a bee-line for your “mommy” too!

Denise Portis

© 2011 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Bramston, P., & Mioche, C. (2001). Disability and stress: a study in perspectives. Journal of Intellectual & Developmental Disability, 26(3), 233-242. Retrieved from EBSCOhost.

Frost Heave

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picture from blog post at: Herding Grasshoppers

I recently read a post from one of my favorite bloggers. I love Herding Grasshoppers and NOT just because her son is hard-of-hearing. She is witty, adventurous and “real”. I rarely walk away form reading one of her posts without a smile on my face.

She recently posted about “Needle Ice” and frost heave. I was very intrigued. I’ve seen frost heave when walking trails before, but wasn’t really aware of what it was I was looking at. After reading her post I immediately went to look for more information about this phenomena. Frost heave occurs when moisture-retaining soils freeze in cold temperatures. As moisture sinks into the ground the freezing temperatures cause the water to freeze into ice. When water freezes… it expands and creates pressure. The soil presses up and may expose the roots of plants and has been also known to bring rocks and pebbles to the surface. Take a close look at the picture. The ice crystals have actually brought small rocks and pebbles to the surface. Once this thaws, the rocks and pebbles are left on top of the ground. One would almost think someone had “planted rocks” in an area that may have once been clear of them!

What “Heaves” out of you?

I have given a lot of thought recently about what kind of thoughts and actions are seen in my own life when the going gets “rough“? When my life becomes saturated with a seemingly endless bombardment of trials, problems, set-backs, health problems, and struggles, I am often left pleading with God “PLEASE! Not ONE more thing!” But ya know something? God must know my limits better than I do. Because there have been some difficult times that I have prayed and pleaded “not one more thing – thanks so much“, only to have a blast of cold air on top of my already “saturated life”. Exhaustion, pain, fear, depression and plain ol’ “bad attitudes” may have HEAVED to the surface of my life. These things are usually hidden. Some of the heaving exposes some thoughts and actions that just aren’t pretty. Some of it is just “junk” and “rocks”. The “heave” may expose “roots” as well and leave areas of my life vulnerable.

This past summer, I was having a pretty difficult time. I was doing my best to stave off depression as it is an unwelcome visitor that worms its way into my life at inopportune times. I was to the point of pleading, “Not ONE more thing God – please! Hello? Are you listening?” The next day Chloe was hurt in the park. For whatever reason (as we often will not understand this side of  Heaven), God allowed ONE MORE THING. Chloe’s foot took a really long time to heal and I even had fears she would ever be able to work again. Yes, she is special to me because she is my hound dog and  “doggie friend”, but she really enables me to be more independent too! What would I do if her foot would not heal? During the months (yes you read that right) that followed a lot of “stuff” heaved out of that pressure and into full view – especially to my family. It wasn’t all pretty. I was cantankerous (a nice way of saying PAIN IN THE BUTT) and aloof. I knuckled down and did the things I HAD to, but did not exert myself to do anything else. I had a major pity party several months long.

But not everything that HEAVES out of our saturation point is bad. Sometimes we discover that in spite of disability – we are very ABLE. You learn pretty early on what you CAN do, and end up doing it really, REALLY well. My saturation points have received an extra dose of FREEZE and heaved up compassion for others, patience, encouragement, and determination. I may stand and look around at the defrosted ground and spy a rock here and there. But sometimes? Sometimes I see beautiful geodes or prisms. I’ve not discovered a diamond yet – but heck. I’m only 44. I’m certain I’ve a great number of frost heaves in my future. Diamonds come with maturity. (If you ask my family – I’m not exactly THERE yet).

Have you experienced difficult times? Things that have happened in a life that already seemed completely saturated with problems and struggles? Don’t fear the weather forecast of overnight “freezing temperatures”. Meteorologists are RARELY accurate! If they happen to actually nail it one time? Welcome the heaving frost crystals to the surface and determine to unearth GOOD THINGS. Prepare your heart in advance to showcase determination, patience, long-suffering, gentleness, kindness, and love.

Experience enough frost heave and you’ll find that the soil of your heart and life is well aerated and primed for Spring.

Denise Portis

© 2011 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Random Definitions – Consider the Source

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Aren’t definitions funny critters? Oh sure… you can use “Dictionary.com” or Merriam-Websters Collegiate “big enough to cause a hernia” dictionary to look up words. But the funny thing about the English dictionary? Words can mean different things. The words can EVEN mean different things – to different people. Some random definitions I have encountered in the last week include:

Now: To the mother who demanded the trash be emptied, it means immediately. To the 20-year-old son who will get to it eventually, it means sometime today.

D-cup: “What does ‘D-cup’ mean to you?” Response: “Male or female?” Speechless thought: “Wha’…   ?”

McDonalds: To the over-extended, ‘I forgot to thaw out the chicken’ parent, it means SUPPER. To the health-conscious, it means ‘heart attack in a bag’.

Snap: Daughter: “Oh snap, I forgot my key!” Mother: snaps fingers and looks quizzically at daughter. Daughter: (raises eyebrows and shoots an exasperated DUH look at mother…)

Normal: To a teenager, it means someone who “fits in”. To a dog, it means it can be eaten. To a person who happens to have a disability, it means “treated like everyone else”.

Yup! You often have to consider the source to understand how people choose to define common words. The word “normal” has cropped up a couple of times in the past several weeks for me.

First occurrence:

Kyersten and I were at Costco looking around and purchasing some bulk items to take back to Virginia for college. A lady did a double-take, looked at Chloe (my assistance dog), looked at my head and kept walking a few steps. However, she immediately stopped and left her cart, pocketbook and items and trotted over to where Kyersten and I stood to say, “Excuse me! Is that a cochlear implant?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh my husband has one of those. How long have you had yours?” she asked with curiosity.

I preceded to tell her a little bit about my own activation 5 years ago and hearing health history. I was trying to keep an eye on her cart (with pocketbook that screamed, “Steal me. Someone steal me” in it), so was a little startled when she interrupted my nervous glances toward her cart to say, “But your speech! It’s so normal!”

In talking with her, it seems her husband was deafened at a young age and was essentially without sound for 27 years before he received his own bilateral implants. He evidently has a noticeable speech impediment. But what is “normal”? I have met late-deafened and congenitally deaf people from all over the United States. “Normal speech”? Some would argue my southern accent is not “normal” for the DC-Metro area. How one person with hearing difficulties speaks, is much like an individual accent. There isn’t anything “abnormal” about it. My son has perfect (selective) hearing, and he has a speech impediment. It is “normal” for him though. How pronounced his own speech difficulties sound, depends on how hard he chooses to enunciate words and regulate his speed. Who determined what “normal speech” was and determined the “yard stick” by which to measure all speech?

At Pearle Vision Center:

A lady and her daughter stopped to admire Chloe who was in a down/stay. “Oh what a beautiful working dog! Are you training her?”

“Oh! No… Chloe graduated 3 years ago. She’s always training, but I’m not her original trainer” I replied.

“Oh! You mean she is YOUR partner?” the surprised woman asked.

“Yes. She’s a hearing/assist and balance assistance dog. I am late-deafened and have Meniere’s disease”, I cheerfully replied.

“Oh wow… you look so n-norm- normal” she stuttered out (since she realized how inappropriate that was as soon as she started saying it!)

I just smiled and she walked away embarrassed.

Normal?

Very likely, this world would be a better place if people didn’t go around labeling others as NORMAL or NOT.

To someone, somewhere… you aren’t “normal” if you choose to define the word as “not like you”!

Denise Portis

© 2011 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

I’d Never Shave My Legs

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You know? If I didn’t think what others thought of me was important… I’d never shave my legs.

I would throw my toothpaste away.

I would toss all of my bras.

After all, I do not do these things because smooth legs, peppermint breath and supported body parts do anything for ME.

I’ve heard folks say, “I don’t care what others think of me”. Oh really? If that were true, you wouldn’t have showered this morning and you’d be standing there in purple sweats;

and a red-checkered flannel shirt;

with one green flip-flop;

and one hiking boot!

Instead, your “outfit” (such as it may be) is color-coordinated to a degree. Your body odor reflects you care about hygiene.

OK. Maybe you are sitting there mentally clarifying that you may care what people SEE when they look at you, but – “I don’t care what people think of me personally”. Oh really? If that were true then when your spouse, teenager, co-worker, roommate, or walking buddy asked you this morning, “How are you?”, you would have responded with something much different than “I’m just great! How are you?”

Instead you would have thrown your hands up and said, “Well this is a POOPY day. My dog got in the trash this morning, my daughter forgot to run the dishwasher, I was running behind because I got up 20 minutes late, we were out of eggs so I had to eat CEREAL (face blanches), and I’m standing here with a wedgie if you MUST KNOW!”

But we don’t respond that way, do we? There are societal “niceties” that we adhere too. We know that, “Hi! How are you?” doesn’t mean that the other person really wants a play-by-play of how your day REALLY was. I don’t think that makes us liars. We are simply individuals that are part of a society that interacts somewhat superficially in our everyday greetings.

Yes – I know! There are some people we are just “straight” with and tell it like it is. But most of the time our interactions with others are not with those specific individuals. These special, specific individuals don’t care if we shave our legs.

Stay Positive, PEOPLE!

Take for example something that happened to me this past week.

I was out shopping and maneuvering cart, assistance dog, and SELF up and down the aisles. A woman noticed Chloe, my assistance dog. She came closer with real intent in her body posture and facial expression. I wasn’t getting really “friendly vibes” from her so instead of pretending to continue to shop so that I could keep an eye on her, I boldly faced her approach and waited to see what would happen. She made her way to my side with determination and pointedly read Chloe’s vest:

She then looked at the side of my head and noted my cochlear implant. She actually took two steps to the side to check out my OTHER ear. By this point… I’ll admit that I was a little intimidated!

She looked me in the eye and said, “So you need this dog yourself?”

Now you have to understand my IRE was already “tickled” and there was a part of me that wanted to respond:

“No, stupid. I bring this well-trained dog into public places because I like the attention. This cochlear implant and hearing aid? All for show, lady. As a matter of fact… (and I’d lean close to offer a conspiratorial whisper)… I. Don’t. Shave. My. Legs.”

But you know what? I care what people think of me. I care… because I care about others who have hearing loss. I care about others who live their lives with assistance dogs and service dogs. I want this ill-informed lady to walk away with a better appreciation for what I can do “in spite of“. So I plaster a semi-genuine smile on my face and gesture towards Chloe…

“Yes, I have a hearing loss and Meniere’s disease. Chloe alerts me to sounds I cannot hear, and picks up things I drop. Because of her, I can be out shopping without anyone with me and I never have to ask for help”.

Her face gets a lightbulb moment kind of look. “Oh I see”. She looks at me. She looks at Chloe. She walks away. I could still sense the disdain coming off of her. But at that point? It simply didn’t matter. I had taken a deep breath and responded in such a way that I remained a POSITIVE advocate for both people with hearing loss and people with working dogs. As she walked away I pinched myself to keep from stopping her to ask if she shaved her legs. I do admit that I leaned down to Chloe and scratched her head to whisper:

“Imagine that Chloe. It’s not even Halloween!” The witch with hairy legs walked away with some positive information about working dog partnerships.

We Need Each Other

I’m reminded time and again how much we need each other. I know a kindred spirit and dog-trainer who drove all the way to Frederick with her roommate who has a service dog to walk around the mall after my “incident” to show solidarity. These same people were all set to travel to Virginia to attend a vigil to protest that Andrew was not going to be allowed to have his service dog in school. Thankfully, the school board reversed their decision.

I know numerous trainers at Fidos For Freedom that spend countless hours training assistance/service dogs, training and instructing people… all without pay. They take dogs into their homes to spend countless hours OF THEIR FREE TIME, honing skills and modifying behavior so that a dog eventually makes an excellent match with a person that needs them. These are NOT people who “don’t have a life” either. They have families, jobs, pets of their own, ministries, hobbies, and goals. These trainers not only do not get paid, they rarely receive any recognition. They don’t do what they do for the recognition though. They do it because they love people, love dogs, and love to be a part of the connection that takes place between these matches.

I have another friend who constantly challenges herself by going back to school in spite of working full-time. She already has multiple degrees but she is constantly looking for ways to better herself so that she can better help others. She is heavily involved in hearing loss support, traumatic brain injury, enjoys wildlife and supporting her local zoo, and is an avid photographer. She has bi-lateral cochlear implants, but you’d never know she had a disability. She doesn’t live like she has one. She, like many others I know, live life in all the ways they are ABLE and don’t focus on the disability. (I love her… can you tell?)

I know people who volunteer and give of their time, resources, and talents to numerous non-profit agencies. Their goal is to serve their fellow man. They want to make a difference. They DO make a difference.

It takes just one BAD example of a person with a disability or special needs to sort of “spoil it” for the rest of us. As for me? I don’t ever want to be that person. I certainly take the opportunity to “belly-ache” to select individuals who know I just need to “vent”. I know – that THEY know – I may belly-ache about an encounter in private, but in public I will put on a brave face. They let me vent… and then hand me a razor.

Yes… we need each other. Don’t ever think that what you do – does not in SOME way reflect on others. As a person of faith I try to be extra careful. After all, I cannot go around “claiming faith” if I live as if I don’t have any at all. If I express that faith is important to me, I need to remember that my words, actions and life reflect how others see Christ.

Denise Portis

© 2011 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Yup, I talk to My Dog. Don’t You?

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I’ve embarrassed myself a couple of times in Wal-mart recently. I’ve caught the HUGE smiles of people passing by or catch the gleam in their eye as I look up and around. You see? I talk to my dog. It’s not just because she’s an assistance dog either. I talk to all of our dogs. But Chloe is the only one I talk to in the middle of Wal-mart, for obvious reasons.

People have heard me ask, “Chloe do you think the guys will want french-style green beans this week or do you think I can sneak some fresh green beans into the menu?” Chloe cocks her head and wags her tail. For some reason I’m able to make a decision. It’s not that I interpreted her body language to mean, “I’d go with the French-style, Denise”, but it helps to talk to her.

I caught an actual chuckle when I exclaimed to Chloe, “Chloe! Look! Can you believe it? It’s an Elmo Christmas SNOW GLOBE! Hope Santa knows I’ve been very good!” Chloe bumps my hand and wags her tail again. She thinks I’ve been very good.

Paying Attention

You might think I’m crazy. But actually… I’m helping Chloe keep her attention on me. If you look at a dog’s eye-level at Wal-mart, you will see things that aren’t as readily apparent to those who are taller than 3 feet. Stuffed animals, “Roll Back the Prices” price tags that Chloe thinks she really should swipe off the shelf and hand to me… all kinds of tempting things. By talking to Chloe, she pays attention to me. When I have a dizzy moment, I say, “Whoa….” and Chloe knows to take a step out of heel to make sure she can move if I actually fall. It’s important for Chloe to pay attention to me.

That’s why it is really not a great idea for people to “ooo and ahhh” over an assistance dog/service dog in public. You are getting the dog’s attention. They can’t help it. They KNOW they are beautiful/handsome and wonderful. Chloe’s vest actually has a tag on it that says, “Do not distract”. I realize people mean well, but if I’m having a bad balance day AND I don’t hear your “oh what a pretty dog” remark, I could fall just because Chloe wants to go and greet you.

What Distractions Can Do

I had this happen in Best Buy once. I was on my knee, balancing to see something lower, and someone got Chloe’s attention. She broke her heel to stand and WAG at them, and I fell right over. I laid there blinking up at the man whose eyes had widened in horror. “Gee, I’m sorry Miss. I can’t read, obviously”.

“Oh, that’s OK. I just wasn’t prepared”, I replied cheerfully from the FLOOR. I waved his hand away and said, “Actually she needs the brace practice, so no problem”. I had Chloe help me up, and the man again apologized. He even had tears in his eyes. I laid my hand on his arm and said, “Honestly, it’s no big deal. I sprawl at least once a day!” He wandered away unconvinced.

I do understand that seeing a well-behaved, dog identified as a “helper dog” can be really hard to just walk by for those of you who love dogs. I actually do not mind being stopped and asked about Chloe. However, it is really helpful if you talk to ME and not Chloe. Feel free to ask people with assistance dogs if you can pet their dog – because some people do not mind at all. I’m not those “some people” (grin). I will always (pleasantly) say, “I’m sorry she’s working and I’m trying to keep her from being distracted”. Be prepared for some people to say “no, I’m sorry”. They appreciate that you think their dog is “swell”, but it really doesn’t do the dog or the owner any good to constantly allow people to pet them in public. Many people use service dogs for disabilities that are invisible. It may not be easy to pick that up and asking to pet the dog might put the owner at risk.

If we meet someone we know real well, I actually do allow Chloe to say a quick “hello”. She is very good about giving quick kisses and then stepping back into heel. To do so is my choice though. Those who know me well, actually know not to ask on rainy days when they know my balance is going to be really bad. When Chloe sees someone she knows in public (usually folks from our small church, or close friends), she will do better to say a quick “hello”, so that she can get back to work. It is like identifying someone she knows from her “pack”.

Chloe’s Safety

By talking to Chloe in public, I let other people know she is there. Now that I’m completely independent and don’t have to worry about what I’m not hearing or dropping things I can’t pick up, I even head out on really busy shopping days. Not on purpose mind you! I’m not completely nuts! (grin) But I’ve been in a “crush” of people and talked to Chloe non-stop so that people would know she was there.

We made the mistake of going to Hershey’s Chocolate World the weekend after Thanksgiving this year. We go there a lot, but this was the first time it was literally wall-to-wall people. I couldn’t have fallen down if I had wanted too! I was completely surrounded by people! I talked to Chloe non-stop so that people would know she was down there. It’s hard to see someone 3 feet tall! I would even stick out my hand in a real “crush” and say rather loudly, “Excuse me… service dog coming through!” I was so intent on keeping Chloe safe by talking to her and watching where we were going that I mis-placed my daughter. I looked up and could see my husband in the distance, and my 6’3″ son was easy to spot… but where was Kyersten?

My heart was pounding and I held my arm out and just kind of plowed through to the nearest wall. I frantically searched for her little 5’3″ self and could not see her anywhere. I was scared spitless! I reached for my phone to see if I could send an S.O.S. text to her. Just then I felt a hand on my elbow. I whipped my head up and stared right into the smiling eyes of my daughter.

“Kyersten! I lost you!” I managed to sputter out. (It was hard, because I was spitless, remember?)

She rolled her eyes, and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Mom. I’m 20-years-old. It’s not like I’m lost. If I lose track of you guys I’ll call. You are kind of hard to lose track of” and she gestured down to the red assistance dog complete with holiday jingle bell.

Freedom

You may run into me in a store, restaurant, movie theater, post office, pharmacy or doctor’s office with Chloe. You may HEAR me before you see me. I talk to my dog. But you know something? It’s not ONLY because it helps her pay attention. For you see… Chloe is the reason I’m alone in a store, restaurant, movie theater, post office, pharmacy, or doctor’s office. Before being matched with Chloe, I rarely went out alone. Talking to Chloe is a reminder to me… I’m in public, enjoying life, and yup! I’m talking to my dog. Don’t you?

Denise Portis

© 2010 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Meniere’s Rant

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I don’t usually go on and on about Meniere’s disease, but I’ve had a pretty bad week with the “little Rascal”. For one thing, I count myself extremely BLESSED as I seem to have only one major trigger. Rain. I know plenty of other folks who have other types of triggers that include flying, change in altitudes (vacations in the mountains!), alcohol, head cold or allergies, chocolate (oh my!), smoking, and even certain foods! So since I only have “rain” as a Meniere’s trigger, I really try not to complain very much.

A fellow Meniere’s patient pointed me to a terrific support group through Facebook today. I have already found a lot of great information. If you belong to Facebook… check it out here. There is a simple but helpful Meniere’s organization on the Internet which can be accessed here. A website providing basic information and clinical trials can be accessed here. My favorite website is the National Institute on Deafness and other Communication Disorders (NIDCD). They have a terrific Meniere’s Disease section that can be located here.  Thanks to the Meniere’s disease Facebook page, I was even directed to our very own Super Villain – Count Vertigo. Who knew?

Being a former farmer’s kid and because I still have numerous relatives that I love in a farming community in SE Colorado, I try to never belly-ache about the rain. Rain is necessary and in most cases a “shower of blessing” to farmers, ranchers, and those who get tired of moving their sprinklers around.

But this week? SIGH. I’ve had some bad experiences. On a rainy day, I fell in the laundry room this past week and happened to find the only exposed nail in the “unfinished room”. Thankfully, I hit it square and impaled myself through the fleshy part of my arm. I was able to pull it clean away and stop the bleeding very quickly. A quick verification that I had a tetanus shot recently, a severe pounding with the hammer on that (stupid) nail, and I escaped “nearly” unscathed.

This morning my alarm clock went off and my well-trained assistance dog was in my face immediately to “kiss me awake”. As soon as I sat up I knew it was raining outside. When the room spins the moment I become vertical, I rarely need to look outside to verify that it is raining. I didn’t fall until about 10 AM. Unfortunately, when I lost my balance I was on the stairs with my arms around a large load of laundry. Missing three steps means I have a pretty good chance of landing “gracefully” and still on my feet. Missing four however? Not a chance. I lay sprawled on the floor staring at the ceiling and a concerned hound dog with dirty laundry scattered all around me. I have a standard set of “OK, I’ve fallen – now what?” questions I ask myself.

1) Am I conscious? (duh)

2) Is anything broken?

3) Am I laying on anything important (like a dog or a cat)

4) Can I close my eyes and open them again and stay conscious?

5) Do I need to call a family member?

If I can answer No, No, No, YES, and NO… then I simply sit up and take my time to re-group. This time I didn’t hit anything other than my elbow on the way down. I may or may not be sporting a pretty blue spot tonight.

There is no cure for Meniere’s Disease. (Hope you aren’t new to the disease and I just depressed you for the remainder of the year!) There are some treatment options, but they only work for “some”, and all the options only serve to reduce the severity of symptoms or number of attacks. NIDCD lists several treatment options that include:

1. Medications – Prescriptions such as meclizine, diazepam, glycopyrrolate, and lorazepam can help relieve dizziness and shorten the attack.

2. Salt restriction and diuretics – I take a prescription diuretic and do restrict my salt. I’ve not seen any real difference, but continue to do these in case it has a cumulative effect.

3. Cognitive therapy – Doesn’t treat the Meniere’s but does help the patient deal with anxiety and coping with “future attacks”.

4. Injections

5. Pressure pulse treatment

6. Surgery

7. Alternative medicine. I take Manganese (5 mg) and a B complex vitamin. Researchers have found that Meniere’s disease patients have a Manganese deficiency. Manganese can be hard to find. (Magnesium is plentiful, but you’ll have to go to a specialty store or order online to find Manganese). Other treatments include acupuncture, acupressure, tai chi, and other supplements. Always tell your doctor if you are taking other supplements as many may interfere with prescription drugs.

This past year, Gene Pugnetti was surgically implanted with a special cochlear implant to treat his severe Meniere’s disease. You can read about the latest update here. The original story can be read here. I will be looking for updates about Gene and wish him the best!

Some things I have learned that help me with Meniere’s disease:

1. I take 5 mg of Manganese and a B-complex vitamin.

2. I limit my salt and take a prescription diuretic.

3. I take 50 mg. of Benedryl before bed.

4. I have inexpensive molding about 4 feet high along the hallway, kitchen, and bedroom. At night, if I have to get up in the dark, I only need to feel my way around the room to discourage getting disoriented. Without it, my eyes “play tricks on my brain” about how close the floor, walls, and doors are as I am struggling to see in the dark. The molding has allowed me to move about the house as needed in the dark without injury.

5. I never EVER go down the stairs without holding on to something. If I have something in my arms, I balance the “something” on one hip. On bad days, if it takes me 3 or 4 minutes to get down the stairs instead of 30 seconds, that’s OK. Patience is a virtue… and may prevent broken bones!

6. I avoid looking directly at ceiling fans or other contraptions that “spin”.

7. I do not ever ride roller coasters, or rides that spin in any way. If I am “spun” into an unconscious state, it is rather difficult to hold on! I made a promise to my family after “Space Mountain” in 2002 to avoid these rides for the remainder of my life. I’m finding it isn’t a difficult promise to keep.

8. I stand and sit with pre-meditation. To simply “pop up” or sit down quickly only means I will experience dizziness. Why bother when moving with a little more care will help to avoid it?

Hopefully this information may be of use to someone! I’m very thankful Meniere’s disease rarely necessitates I write about it!

Denise Portis

© 2010 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Fallow Ground

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I have really enjoyed FaceBook and reconnecting with old friends and family. However, FaceBook gets a lot of “flack”. My husband wrote a terrific, short post on his blog about this very topic and you can view it by clicking here. FaceBook has become much more than a way to “re-connect”. Because it is so simple to use, I use it connect to people I care about every single day. One can quickly see what people in your life are up to and honestly? It makes it easy to write a quick word of encouragement.

It also has some games. I’m not a big game person, but FarmVille is a popular one. I’ve become a little complacent about my own “farm”, but it is still fun to check in each day. I allow much of my farmland to be “fallow”. My busier, more industrious farming neighbors will “drop by” from time to time to take care of my fallow ground and plow it for me. If I’m really lazy and don’t plant anything, they will also fertilize the newly tilled ground.

I get tickled at the fact I don’t have to do a whole lot of work to my farm some weeks. At times, I wish that fallow ground would stay that way because it saves work for me later. (Like I said, I’ve become a lazy farmer). I grew up on the farm. Fallow ground is an important part of farming. Sections of farmland are intentionally left unplowed and unseeded during a regular growing season. Even though it is undeveloped, it is potentially useful to the farmer because it allows the ground to “recover”. The stubble left over from the previous harvest will break down and leave valuable nutrients in the ground. Because of my own sections of fallow ground on FarmVille, I have been thinking quite a bit about the concept of fallow ground.

Fallow Ground Symbolism

The Bible mentions fallow ground in Hosea 10:12 and Jeremiah 4:3. In both places it talks about breaking up the fallow ground as a word picture of cultivating your heart and life so that you can serve and minister to others. It lends the idea that a heart or life can be “hard” and unusable.

For a farmer, however, fallow ground IS useful. I am a big supporter of taking time off and having a designated time of reflection. Perhaps it is because I recognize that we are all way to BUSY. I have been emailing a lady in her 30’s who is a referral from Johns Hopkins Listening Center (their cochlear implant clinic). I’ve agreed to be a mentor and contact for people who are considering cochlear implants. (I’ve asked her permission to share this). It is difficult to be blind-sided by an acquired disability. Sometimes, the change can be sudden, extreme and permanent. Sudden sensorineural hearing loss (SSHL) had robbed this lady of her ability to hear well. She is feeling overwhelmed and at the breaking point. Her life has been in over-drive for some time, and SSHL made her feel like someone had “jerked the carpet out from under her and she lay dazed staring at the ceiling” (her words).

I said, “What you need is to allow some fallow time in your life. You are so busy and yet trying to cope with a major life-altering change. You are giving so much of yourself to so many others, you aren’t even able to weigh the pros and cons and investigate CI’s. I recommend taking time off. Allow your life to go fallow for a designated time. You need this time to re-group, think, and rest”.

She is now doing “just that”. She isn’t WASTING time. She is deliberately taking some time for herself so that she can work through her thoughts, feelings, and investigate cochlear implants.

“Fallow” is not Wasted

I think more people should determine to take time to reflect. I try to meditate and pray at least once a day. There are occasions where I take longer periods of time. But let’s face it… most of us are too busy to really have the time for reflection. What can we do about this?

This is an unpopular idea, but I firmly believe everyone should step back from “all their extra-curricular activities” from time to time. I believe elected (and volunteer) community service, non-profit, and support group positions should have specific limits on terms of service. It forces a change in leadership and allows over-worked, committed volunteers to rest (provided they don’t launch themselves into some new role).

Before insecticides and chemical fertilizers, more farmer’s left ground fallow to aid in replenishing the minerals that occur naturally from “resting the ground”. Today, leaving ground fallow may cut potential yield and profit. I believe that too many of us believe the same in our lives. If we do not keep volunteering for everything, who will do the work?

I had a real test of this in 2010. I have been told by folks I respect that, “If you step down from a leadership role, the vacancy allows God to fill it with someone He has already prepared for that position”. In 2010 I would be beginning the last year of school, and just simply could not lead my local chapter of the Hearing Loss Association of America. Numerous personal reasons and simply feeling BURNED OUT had me dreading yet another year of having to step up in a leadership role. The young mother who had taken the “reins” for 2009 had done an excellent job. I made the mistake of simply “moving” my available volunteer hours to another position of leadership within the chapter. As 2009 came to a close, this busy young mother wisely chose not to run another term. I was getting some pressure to step back up to “the plate”. Because I knew what this last year would entail for me I had to really think about it. Because I was already weary, burned out, and overwhelmed, I decided to put a “year sabbatical” to a vote for the chapter members. Incredulous that I was not going to step up and fill the vacant role, they unanimously but grudgingly agreed to a “year off”. I could tell that many were worried! We have elections in October and November each year. I actually had high hopes that God would press on someone ELSE’S heart the desire to step forward so that our chapter would not really have to close for a whole year.

I waited.

No volunteers stepped forward.

I “stuck to my guns” and we entered 2010 only meeting virtually. You know what? We didn’t “fold”, nor close our doors. As a matter of fact, numerous people once in leadership roles really needed this year off for various reasons. Elections are already underway for 2011, and we have a wonderful lady who is now able to devote her time and resources to leading our chapter in 2011. She wasn’t available last year. She needed this year off too!

I felt a little bit of pressure from well-meaning “others” to step back into the role of newsletter editor for 2011. I chose not to do so, simply because I know what my 2011 is gonna “look like” (to some degree… like many of you it is the part I DON’T know that causes significant stress – grin!). I need a “fallow” year. I’ll be finishing up school soon and will be starting to put an effort into finding that career… that position that helps shape a “better me”. Really this last year my free time was taken up with doing school! Next year? I need my life to become “fallow” in terms of allowing a rest and reprieve from even worthwhile activities and groups of which I am passionate about. I’ll still be an HLAA active member and participant, but my free time I need to be “me time”. I feel undernourished. I refuse to feel guilty.

How about you? Do you feel guilty when you aren’t OVER-involved in important, mission-minded organizations? Do you feel like you have to say “yes” to everything? Do you yearn for a bit of quiet and time to rest your soul, mind, and body?

I came across a poem written by a lady I know from FaceBook. (Like I explained earlier FaceBook is far more than reconnecting with high school classmates). She wrote a beautiful poem that I really felt “fit” the idea of needed and necessary “fallow” time in life. She agreed to let me share it here at Hearing Elmo.

Ocean’s Healing Grace
by Nancy Wilder
a lone figure sits easily on the sand
bare feet playing tag with icy foam;
so small in this vast ocean panorama
she gazes out over the horizon hues.

heart heavy and a mind in turmoil
sand and surf her refuge of choice;
breathing in the strength of nature
an open invitation for healing balm.

dawn has come and turned to morn
gray sky meets water in chilly repose;
pretty escape is not what she requires
peace provides nourishment to heart.

slowly the small figure begins to ease
battered mind gently clears in relief;
absently tiny fingers draw in the sand
as gulls dive for their morning repast.

the ocean’s healing grace envelops
urging an embattled soul to find joy;
life’s small blessings are apt minion
to supply happiness on daily course.

acceptance calls a smile to gentle lips
as she stands, the sun kisses the sky;
twirling gaily she casts away sadness
her heart and mind embrace a new day.

If you are feeling overwhelmed and near burn-out, I challenge you to allow yourself to become “fallow”. Don’t falsely bully yourself into believing this time is wasted. Go find an ocean…

Denise Portis

© 2010 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Is INVISIBLE good?

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Chloe and Denise at 2010 Fall Family Weekend

A person that I know with invisible challenges (Fibromyalgia, IBS, and Chronic Fatigue) said to me recently, “Denise… you have mostly positive advocacy experiences because you make your invisible disability – visible. That isn’t always possible for other people with invisible problems!”

I thought about that statement for a week. Then I thought about it for another week. I actually thought about it for a third week, which for me? It’s nearly impossible for me to “simply think” on an issue without going ahead and blogging about it! I decided to do a “test”. I would dampen the visibility of my disability and see if I had any problems as a result. If you don’t want an invisible disability to ever become apparent – don’t get an assistance dog. Nothing shouts, “THERE’S SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU” more than having an assistance dog with you. Let’s face it… it’s not the norm to see a dog in a public place. Having a canine partner is not for the faint of heart, for you will have questions, be stopped constantly by admirers, skeptics and the occasional unattended child. Because of my balance problems, having an assistance dog has yielded far more benefits than any negatives. I wasn’t about to leave my assistance dog at home for the sake of a “test” so I had to think of other ways. Thankfully, those who know me well are so accustomed to seeing Chloe with me, she is almost invisible as well.

I have always worn my hair up since acquiring hearing loss. I made the decision early on to make sure my hearing aids could be seen. The decision came as the result of being knocked out of the way in a Sam’s warehouse in 2000. Someone had been trying to get by and I continued to look at the shelves since I couldn’t hear the “excuse me” in such a cavernous place. I think the woman who knocked me down was equally as startled as I, for she certainly had no intent of sending me to the floor. She said, “Why didn’t you move?”

I replied, “I’m deaf”, and watched the color drain out of her face. She helped me up and hurried away. That week I began to wear my hair up AND I opted to purchase brightly colored earmolds for my hearing aids. In 2005, I was implanted with the cochlear implant. It was very natural for me to continue to wear my hair up and to add the CI “bling”. Making an invisible disability – not – has helped me. The only time I’ve had a problem with my CI being so visible is when I would on very rare occasions run into a defensive, belligerent, culturally Deaf person who was vehemently against the technology.

So for my “test” I thought I’d wear my hair down and not have any visible assistive listening devices. I chose to do it on a “long” work day. Shortly after arriving at school I ran into one of my student’s parents. I couldn’t discern any difference in the way we interacted and communicated. I went to the office and made copies for my classes, and checked my folder for any notes from the administrator. My first class seemed to go OK. During discussion time, it can get pretty noisy. It seemed to me students addressed their desk instead of looking up when speaking, but I was very aware I could just be guessing at that. Another student helped me pull the overhead projector screen down and I could tell he was responding to a question with his back to me as he reached to pull it down. Again, I was very aware this was probably just my imagination and… after all what proof did I have that this doesn’t happen on a normal school day?

I was well into the afternoon classes and began to think that this was a poor test since all of my students know I have a hearing loss. I was already “plotting” to venture into a store or restaurant with my hair down for a more accurate test. That may actually BE a better way to test my theory, however I was surprised by a late afternoon comment.

After a requested “repeat”, a student said, “Oh sorry! I forget you have a hearing loss when your hair is down!”

Yes. I realize that my students interact with me quite a bit and are more likely to notice a change in my hair. This meant I needed a new test.

I went to Costco this weekend with my son. He’s 6’3″ and strong enough to assist with all those items we buy in BULK to save money. I deliberately wore my hair down. I hate going to Costco on a Saturday because it is always so much busier. However, I figured for this test… that would be a good thing. I pointed out items and my easy-going, “glad to be of help” son would load them up on the big cart. I had several people stop to admire Chloe and ask questions about her. It seemed pretty standard until my son pointed out…

“You know they only ask how long you’ve been training her because they can’t tell you have a hearing loss, right?”

Ta da! This was the proof I needed, right? Who knows. I did know that my friend with invisible challenges was right about one thing. I do try to make my disability visible and usually it is to my benefit.

I enjoy answering questions about my CI and my assistance dog. People ask great questions for the most part, and most are curious because they know someone who has hearing loss or someone that could use the assistance of a canine partner.

Should everyone with an invisible disability make it visible?

No.

Cochlear implant manufacturers produce the CI’s in a variety of colors… usually HAIR colors. Individuals choose a processor and magnetic coil based on their hair color in order to eliminate the visibility. The idea is to help you keep it “your business” if that is what you desire.

I’ve heard from others with invisible challenges or disabilities who have said:

1. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. If I want someone to know about it, I’ll tell them at an opportune moment.

2. I don’t want my co-workers treating me any differently. It would be terrible if they thought any advancements or promotions I got were the result of special privileges.

3. I don’t want to appear weak. I have bad days but do my best to camouflage them.

4. I don’t want to draw a bull’s eye on my disability, putting me at risk for crime or making me a target.

5. I want people to know who I AM, and not judge me or define me by my disability.

These are legitimate and persuasive arguments. If you have an invisible disability or challenge, it is YOUR CHOICE how open you want to be about it. My heart goes out to those struggling with depression or mental illness. These challenges can be very difficult to disclose. Sometimes invisible challenges carry with them a stigma that can wound and demoralize an individual. Never forget that we are people first. We are NOT our disability or challenge. I chose to look at it as my disability is simply a part of who I am now… a new me. As we mature and/or age (as the two do not always coexist), all of us change. We may choose to color our hair, or take care of wrinkles through the help of a trusted plastic surgeon. Maybe we wear glasses or contact lenses now. Many choose to do what they must to avoid the stigma of an invisible challenge. Those who choose to keep their challenges hidden have the right to do so. I do not judge them and trust my personal choice is treated with the same respect.

Care to comment on why you do or do NOT make your own invisible challenges or disability more visible?

Denise Portis

© 2010 Personal Hearing Loss Journal

Exercising My Right to VOTE

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Since my husband wasn’t going to get home until around 7:15 and the polls are crowded right before they close, I chose to walk to our polling place today. It was a beautiful, crisp, cold morning and required very little encouragement to get Chloe to make the long walk to go vote.

About a block from the school where we vote I stopped to get Chloe’s vest out of my bag and “got her dressed”. She looked at me sort of quizzically for I don’t usually “dress her for work” on a walk. She was immediately “all business” though and stayed in a proper “heel” instead of her “I’m on a walk meandering trot”. I entered the school cafeteria and stopped to remove gloves, scarf and unzip my coat. (Hey! I said it was CRISP!) While waiting in line a nice lady asked if she could pet Chloe. Chloe’s body always wags, “yes, please”, but I have to ask people not to pet her in vest in public places. Days my balance is “off” only requires her reaching for a friendly hand that I’m FLAT ON MY FACE. So I pleasantly explained why I couldn’t allow her to say hello, and continued waiting in line.

I didn’t have to wait long. Mr. “I really need a smoke” was sitting waiting for me and motioned me to come over. In this big cavernous, noisy room with hard floors, walls and high ceilings, I had to struggle to hear. Ever try to speech read someone who was chewing gum like a cow? This poor guy really needed his nicotine fix. I asked for a repeat on the birthday question 3 times. I finally pointed to my mouth and said, “I can’t understand you I’m afraid. Would you repeat that once again?”

I guess it was the hound dog head resting on the table top, bright bling on my CI and the fact that I asked for a repeat 3 times that he finally got that “light bulb” look on his face. He looked up, stared me square in the eye, moved his gum to his cheek, and clearly enunciated, “Birthday month and day?” Well WHEW.

Now I headed to a shorter line waiting for a poll volunteer to show me to a booth. The lady standing there waiting with me seemed friendly. She looked at Chloe, looked at me and said, “Oh wow! I saw you speaking to Earl! I can’t believe you are deaf because you speak so well!”

“Yes, most Americans with hearing loss actually speak very well and do not use sign” I explained.

We stood there waiting silently but I could see a funny look on her face like she was about to bust. The polling folks aren’t really suppose to have a conversation with you. Since I was ‘ready for it’ though I heard her whisper, “My husband can’t hear a thing even with hearing aids. It’s driving me bananas“.

Since she was trying to be unobtrusive I lowered my voice and said towards the floor, “Well I hear voices very well now that I have a cochlear implant. They require a very simple surgery and most folks I know do really well. You should have your husband look into it”.

She looked thoughtful and motioned to another worker to show someone BEHIND me to the next open booth. Again talking to the FLOOR she whispered, “Well I don’t know if he’d go for that”. (pause) “Does the dog come with the implant?”

I looked up to catch the wink so I just grinned and shook my head. “Sadly, but no!” I whispered back. I told the floor, “Well you should check into the Hearing Loss Association of America. They have a terrific website. You both could find out much more”.

Finally she could not delay any longer and showed me to an empty booth. “Push the card all the way in until you hear it click”, she said in a normal tone of voice. She turned to leave me to my voting and whispered, “Thank you!”

I took 15 minutes to vote and Chloe and I both got a sticker. (BIG GRIN)

On the walk home I couldn’t help but send up a quick prayer for this lady and her husband. Remembering how hearing loss once drove my own loved ones “bananas“, I really felt empathy for them. Hopefully she will follow through and find out more information about HLAA. I had to grin to myself as we headed up the last big hill towards my neighborhood. I went out to vote and ended up being pro-active about my hearing loss once again.

Funny how our own circumstances allow us to do that, isn’t it? I felt overwhelmed with gratitude to be able to have a whispered conversation to someone random that obviously had a “need”. It reminded me of one of my favorite “lists” that I periodically put around the house when needed.

Alice Gray‘s “Treasures of the Heart” seminar:

How to Put a Wow in Every Tomorrow:

1) Develop an attitude of gratitude: When you are experiencing tough times, remember the blessings in your life. It’s like sprinkling sunshine on a cloudy day.

2) Encourage others: When someone has a goal, most people point out the obstacles. You be the one to point out the possibilities.

3) Give sincere compliments: We all like to be remembered for our best moments.

4) Keep growing: Walk a different path. Take a class. Read something inspiring.

5) Give the gift of forgiveness: Forgiveness is a blessing for the one who forgives as well as for the one who is forgiven.

6) Take care of yourself: Exercise, eat a healthy diet, sing, and dance a little bit every day.

7) Do random acts of kindness: The most fun is when the other person doesn’t know who did it.

8.) Treasure relationships: Eat meals together, take walks, listen. Share laughter and tears. Make memories.

9) Share your faith: You can wish someone joy and peace and happy things, but when you share your faith–you’ve wished them everything.

Hope you went out to vote today!

Denise Portis

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