For a long time, it had seemed to me that life was about to begin — real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.
— Alfred D. Souza
I just read up on Derrick Coleman, and I must say I am quite impressed. I am deaf. I have bi lateral cochlear implants, that were activated 2 years ago exactly. The journey has been stressful, frustrating, lonely, happy, funny, and exhausting. What I love about Derrick, is he hasn’t allowed his hearing disability to define him. HE IS GOING TO BE IN THE SUPERBOWL! GO DERRICK!
It is HARD to be deaf in a hearing persons world. But, LIFE is fucking hard sometimes! I can throw a really damn good pity party, but in all honesty I am better off than many “hearing” people. I worked for years in counseling, and MOST of the time, people didn’t know i was severely hearing impaired unless I told them. I adjusted by reading body language, lip reading, and pretending a lot! (LOL). When my hearing suddenly worsened, and I just couldn’t fake it anymore, it did begin to affect my life. One tends to socialize less and avoid loud places-which cuts out lots of restaurants. And, i don’t know about other “hard of hearing” people, but when i still had my hearing, i tended to “like” people with loud voices better than those with soft voices! I found myself making a judgment call based on voice pattern and tone!
But, guess what? Getting cochlear implants did NOT make or break my life. I traded in any residual hearing I had for zero. So, for all the technicality and deaf culture issues and debtate over the cochlear shit, I AM DEAF. When i do not have them attached to my skull by their magnetic force, i can not HEAR a thing. Not my own voice. Not my own heart beat. Not a cry for help, Nor a barking dog warning me of danger.
When talking on the phone is not an option, one tends to feel very blessed for the great invention of “texting”. It truly does become a main communication source. Closed Captioning makes or breaks watching something on TV. And slapping those magnetic, magic and heavy implants on your skull every day, can be a pain in the ass. It is not just about putting on a pair of glasses. You gotta charge the batteries every night, attach the batteries, before placing the cochlears on.Deal with throbbing skull points from magnets on your brain. There are “mapping” issues, and remote issues, and noise issues, and some sounds are just always going to now just be noise. Nothing more; Nothing less. The artificial sounds and extra stimulation that hearing people learn to “tune out” are amplified and extreme when one has cochlear attached. But, guess what? When i am on a plane, and a screaming baby is next to me, i pop my magnets off, and I hear NOTHING. Pretty nice, huh? When the TV is so loud and I am the only once cringing, I pop those babies off, and bask in the quiet. Why bitch about a loud TV?
Life is not right nor wrong. Not Good or Bad. I can choose to make it my enemy or make it my Bitch. And, on some days, I am THE Bitch. The End.
at 2:37 am on 1/23/14, I realize it’s the first post to this blog in awhile. Actually, until my discover card statement came in the mail, and the renewal was on there, I had somewhat forgotten about word press. Abandoned along with my book writing as well. Lost but not forgotten entirely. I could hate on myself, but why start the day off that way?
Sleeplessness. How I hate that twitchy lay in bed restlessness. I have been on an experiment about not getting up, and trying really hard to fall asleep. Eye mask,breathing, counting, praying, reciting, chanting, waiting, exhaling….Tonight (last night), I just couldn’t lay there any longer. So, now Tina is cuddled up aside my lap, happy I am my usual insomniac self. At least the dog benefits.
I have been thinking of my mom and sister frequently again. Maybe the two-year mark of my near death experience. Perhaps it just being January. This month marked 13 years since mom has been gone, and January 3 years ago was Norma’s beginning of the end. I have had so many dreams lately, and visits from her. It’s hard not to think about.
However, at almost 3 am, and an early morning ahead, I don’t have the luxury to delve to deep on the subject matter. Perhaps simple acknowledgment will suffice. I honor the memories, the visualizations, the love, and the fact that I miss them both terribly. I acknowledge that I still have thoughts of ” why didn’t I get to stay”? I mean, I KNOW….and yet, I don’t always like it. It’s not morose. It’s just honest.
Alright, Tina. It was a nice 2-hour snuggle session, but I need to get lateral and try my breathing and other pre sleep rituals. See ya in the funnies!
When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute – and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity. ~Albert Einstein
I seem to be much like my mother and my sister: we have always enjoyed (like so many others) trying to figure out PEOPLE… where they just came from, where they are going in such a hurry. Why it’s taking them so long to get there? What makes them crazy? What makes them laugh? What moves them, what their past is? What their future will be? Are they married, separated, do they have kids? What do they do? Do they do it well? What were they thinking when they got up this morning ? When they put that outfit on did they REALLY think they looked good? Did they even care? WHY would they dress like that? And so on..Judgmental? Curious? Bored? It’s all relative, right?
I also like to imagine people past and present. What really goes on behind the scenes? What isn’t revealed but clearly is happening? I have no idea if what I imagine is true, I just know it’s fun imagining. I say ” this is the story I tell myself”.
I wonder if Einstein was having all those psychological exchanges with his wives to all hours of the morning? It would make sense if you looked at his hair; he clearly wasn’t getting a lot of sleep. (is that where “bad hair day was coined?) I think not. But, I find the older I get, the less i really care how my hair may look on any given day. Some-days, I happen to glance in the rear view mirror while driving, and (a) am either shocked or (b) think to myself, “well, that’s not too bad today. But, back to relativity….There’s the scientific Theory of Relativity (E=mc2) of course, then there’s the philosophical/ontological Theory of Relativity. Where everything is relative. Einstein liked being married; he did it twice. (me too- although i didn’t like marriage #1 and I stayed way too long in marriage #2) Now in my mental meanderings, I think Einstein was equally fascinated with human relationships and all things relationship as much as his scientific fascination.
So, most of Einstein’s thinking got mined from relationships – those long nights of screaming of what’s relevant/relative/. Newton couldn’t have discovered relativity; he was never married. You can’t get E=mc2 just by being a good uncle.
Einstein knew the power of the “Appropriate Relationship.”
The ontological Theory of Relativity was the understanding of how we are relative to one another. Sun too close you burn up, too far away you freeze to death. All development/progress depends on having “Appropriate Relationships”. This same theory applies to human closeness and relativity as well, in my way of thinking. Think about it.
And appropriate relationship does not mean culturally appropriate or socially dictated appropriate relationships. It means there’s a certain rightness – a physics to what works.
Just like “close talkers” always have bad breath. They don’t get the appropriate space between two individuals. So understanding your own relativeness, your own relevance, your very specific contribution, was Einstein’s desire for Humanity. Rather than being comparative and complaining about what you are not, you discover how you are relative to the world.
“Though life is complicated, it’s only what you make it to be” -tupac shakur
“If you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day” -tupac shakur
“If you fall stand tall and come back for more” -tupac shakur
“But please dry your eyes never let up, forgive but don’t forget girl keep your head up, and when he tells you, you ain’t nothing don’t believe em, an if he can’t learn to love you, you should leave em” -tupac shakur