An Update about what is going on ...

Hi there ... It's been a while hasn't it?  I am sorry for not writing on my blog for a while.  Life has been busy and sometimes I just need to be inspired and in the right frame of mind to sit and just write - and not worry about being judged by others.

At present I am still working as a Teacher of the Deaf in a school which is Mainstream and has a unit for Deaf students attached to it.  I work there three days a week which I enjoy, as I work with amazing children who are just a delight to be with and make my job so rewarding.

I have since, I last blogged got back to teaching BSL (British Sign Language) - I took a break for a few years as I felt I had lost my mojo.  Luckily it came back and I was raring to go!  I decided to give my signing class a name which is Love to Communicate.  I have a page on FB, which you are very welcome to like and follow!

I teach amazing families who have children who are Deaf and the whole family are inspired to learn so that they are able to communicate altogether, isn't that amazing?

I also teach small groups Level 1 BSL where they are able to take an assessment if they wish at the end of each module and will walk away with a qualification which is so valuable in every walk of life.

I am currently planning 10 week courses so that people who are intrigued and want to learn a few signs can, and maybe they will take this further and do a Level 1 course in the future!  The short courses have no assessment but are useful for people who work in the public, say Cafes, Supermarkets, Surgeries, Hospitals, Restaurants, Traffic wardens, Police, Fire Services and so more.

If you are interested please like and follow Love to Communicate and inquire and I will be able to help you!

The Sign for learn

Thank you for reading... I will be back soon - much love from Faye x

Pink and Purple Feathers: "She's unsociable isn't she?!"

Pink and Purple Feathers: "She's unsociable isn't she?!": The dreaded playground ... When my daughter started Reception class all those years ago (10 years) to be exact. I remember t...

"She's unsociable isn't she?!"

The dreaded playground ...

When my daughter started Reception class all those years ago (10 years) to be exact. I remember thinking I need to make the transition from nursery to BIG school as easy and smooth as I can. My daughter was so excited about going to big school. 

How cute is she?!

I had a sinking feeling of dread ... the compulsory ‘standing in the playground with other parents.’ Not because I dislike people, of course. I love people! When I'm with those who I care for you can't shut me up sometimes!    It was the fact that I’d be expected to chat to / get to know the parents of my daughter's peers for the first time in my life and this would have to continue throughout my daughters education. I thought I'd make the first move. I wrote a letter to the headmaster of the school to explain that my daughters parents are Deaf and the dynamics of how our family works through communication (giving him a heads up basically) and asked for a meeting before the school year started. To my disappointment, I didn't get a response back and throughout both my daughters education he never once spoke to me. Not once. 

Talk about being out of my comfort zone. To begin with I remember feeling self conscious, quiet, avoiding eye contact and not really being myself. 

To most parents making small talk and general chatter in the playground is fun, laidback and an enjoyable way of getting to know each other and feel you are not on your own going through the trials and tribulations of being a parent.

But for me, it’s exhausting. Having to lipread, notice what’s happening around me AND keep track of a 6 month old and 4 year old leaves me feeling hyper vigilant and on edge.

Slowly I felt like I was getting the hang of it. As time went on I came out of my shell and began to feel comfortable with being surrounded by non-signers on a daily basis.

I did a lot in that school year. I learnt most of my daughters school friends names, conversed with several parents, attended kids’ birthday parties and struck up friendships with a few ladies too. Not bad for the only deaf mum in the playground…

Looking back, though, there was a pivotal moment that changed things for sure. It was the first time the other parents saw me with a sign language interpreter.

We (the parents) were invited to a meeting about phonics and I had booked an interpreter (after battling with the school that it was our right to have one. They agreed that they would pay half of the fee. Unfortunately this never happened again) this was so I’d be able to participate in the talk. The look on the parents faces when I walked into the room, sat opposite the interpreter and began signing, was an eye opener. 

"Oh, she’s deaaaaaaaf" ... I could almost feel (not hear) the pennies dropping.

I reckon some people had their suspicions beforehand, a few already knew (but hadn’t seen me sign) but most were clueless.

There were a few friendly smiles, some stares and a couple of flummoxed faces.

After this there were a few parents that continued to talk to me and smiled at me ... it was still isolating as parents tend to talk in groups. It is not easy to walk up to a group and stand there and expect them to talk one by one, move their mouths and face me at the same time. Admittedly, there were a couple of parents who began to avoid me, not wishing to make eye contact and generally acting frostily around me. No more hellos from them, I noticed.

And then on the opposite scale were the ones who overcompensated, rubbing my arm before speaking to me and slowing down their speech to aaaan extreeeemely diffficcculllt speeeeed toooo liiiipreeeeead ... the novelty wore off for those too. 

So I went back to being the parent that sat on the bench either reading a book or "looking" on my phone to avoid awkward moments. 

Isolated ... not a nice feeling

You know, making new friends as an adult is hard. And I find it even harder being deaf. I know there’s no rule that says you have to be friends with the other parents at school but it isn’t a nice feeling to be standing on your lonesome while others chat around you.

My youngest daughter starts high school this September. There's a relief in me that there's no playground pick ups. But at the same time a sadness fills in me knowing that I wasn't successful in being one of the playground mummies. I have a slight dread of meeting my children's new friends parents and having to explain that I'm Deaf and to communicate is through lip reading or signing. And to make "play" dates they have to text me, not call me. 

I found out last week I’d been calling a girl ‘Esmae ’ for the whole time when her actual name is Daisy Mae I’d called my daughters parents by the wrong names ... and teachers ... and TAs. OMG. Embarrassing or what. 

It's Paul.... oh I see 

I’ve had batteries going flat half way through a conversation ... moments of completely misunderstanding people, and I’ve also had days where I’ve buried my head in my phone because I was too tired for strained interactions.

But it hasn’t been all bad. I’ve met some really lovely people who I wouldn’t have known otherwise. 

I’ve realised that despite not always feeling 100% comfortable, I can do it. I can hold conversations with others (however brief or stilted,) I can say or wave hello and more importantly I can just be who I am, lip reading stumbles and all. I don’t wanna be friends with the prejudiced bad eggs anyway.

I would like to see schools who have Deaf parents be more proactive in welcoming them to the little community of the school and think (or ask the parents) what they can do to make the Deaf parents feel part of it and even encourage the class teachers to do some Deaf Awareness within the class where the child has Deaf parents. (My daughter was playing with the sand and a boy said to her "your parents can't talk properly, they are stupid" ... my daughter walloped him and shouted "my mummy is a teacher! She's not stupid!" My daughter was told off. She had to apologise to the boy. I was mortified as I thought where has HE learnt that attitude from?! Shouldn't the teacher explain to the boy HE WAS WRONG?! - I told my daughter she couldn't wallop people ... but good for her eh?! :-) )

Talk soon. F x 

Cochlear Implant Journey

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Many people have told what it is like to receive a cochlear implant and the miracle of hearing again. But what is it like to live with a cochlear implant on a day to day basis?  Does it really work for everyone who has a cochlear implant?

I was born as a preemie and we do not know if this contributed to my deafness.  As a child I wore hearing aids (the change in hearing aids throughout my lifetime has been incredible!)  As I grew older my parents inform me that my residual hearing that I had, which enabled me to wear aids was getting worse.  By the time I was 9 / 10 years old I was not benefiting from hearing aids as well as I used to.  My parents at this time were told that I have Meniere’s Disease and it will make my loss worse.  So, would my parents consider me having a cochlear implant at the age of 11 years old?  Bearing in mind this was such a new pioneering piece of equipment that had been done in America, but not so much in the UK.  My parents researched the pros and cons of having an implant and came to a discussion that they were not 100% sure if this was the right route for me.  So I continued using a hearing aid as a child. 

As a teenager I struggled with my deafness and hated the barrier it caused in my everyday life, but I perserved and worked really hard in my education with the help of fantastic teachers and teaching assistances in my secondary school despite the hurdles I encountered being the odd one out and the newbie that never belonged.  When I completed my GCSEs I was thinking about what I wanted to do as a profession.  I knew I would love to be a teacher working with deaf children.  But, the big issue for me was I was going to have to do my Teacher’s Training as a mainstream teacher with classes of 30 odd hearing children.  Eeeeek!! How was I going to do that with my hearing loss as by this point I was getting nothing from my aids being profoundly deaf?  I knew I needed something more ‘powerful’ than a hearing aid.  My parents talked to me about the possibility of having a cochlear implant.  With this in mind, I asked for their support to see if this was an option for me. 

I underwent the assessment procedure to see if I was suitable to have a cochlear implant, the assessment procedure is exhaustive and so many routes that you have to work your way through.  In 1994 it was agreed that I was a suitable candidate to have a cochlear implant.  I had the operation after I had completed my A ‘Levels in order to recover before I started University that September.  The operation back then was invasive and this meant I had to have stables in my head and for me, as an 18 year old the worst part was they shaved half of my hair off so this meant I had one half of head with hair and the other half with no hair!  Oh dear … out came the bandanas and head scarves to protect my vanity!!

This is my war wound!

 

Me Smiling as always! :)

 It was soon time for the switch on, now I have to be honest.  I really thought that I would be able to hear so much with the implant.  I had to listen to sounds being transmitted to the implant and this takes a long time to do (especially when you have tinnitus and you cannot distinguish between the beeps or the tinnitus beeps – so frustrating and tiring) after this is done (listening to the quietest beeps you can possibly hear and to the LOUDEST beeps you can tolerate) a map is then created and that is a unique map of what sounds I could receive through the processor.  It was then time for the switch on … I waited … I waited and thought I can’t hear anything!! I could pick up some very quiet sounds that meant nothing to me.  I was gutted.  My audiologist explained to me that everyone response differently to the sounds and I would have to learn the sounds as I am profoundly deaf, my brain has never encountered certain sounds so were not ‘stored’ in order for me to recognise them.  So this was the start of a long journey for me.  I had to go back to hospital every 6 months to have my map redone until I was happy with the sounds.  Since then I have had to ask people around me what certain sounds are in order for me to store them into my memory and this is still something I do now, as there are always new sounds that I have not encountered before. 

This is an x-ray of the internal part of the implant:

 With the cochlear implant, sounds are different from what they were with hearing aids. Hearing with hearing aids is somewhat passive, the sounds are amplified and you hear them. Hearing with a cochlear implant is active; you must learn to hear with the implant. 

When I got my first processor it was a body worn processor and I HATED it because I liked to wear dresses and there was nowhere for me to put the ‘box’.  I had to either tuck it into my knickers or put it in my bra… not nice when it was hot.  I was over the moon when about 5 years later I got a behind the ear processor! 

Body worn processor 

Behind the ear processor 

I have had my implant for 22 years now, and I am due for an upgrade of the external processor and I am really hoping that this will make a difference for me as even with my implant on I am still profoundly deaf.  Yes I can hear peoples’ voices in the room that I am in, but I do not know what the voices are saying, so I have to lip-read them in order to understand what they are saying. 

Up till 10 years ago, I was able to use a hearing aid in my other ear so I was getting sound in both ears and I felt more ‘whole’ and ‘balanced’ if that makes sense.  With the birth of my two amazing daughters my Meniere’s flared up and this meant I was bedridden for a while as I could not walk without falling over and if I looked at walls and ceilings it felt like they were spinning round or had waves in them.  It was horrid and I still have spells every now and then, but I get on with it.  Unfortunately due to those episodes the little hearing I had in my other hear went.  I tried new hearing aids, which were meant to be the best but they did not work for me anymore and no sounds were encountered so I had to give up wearing an aid in that ear.  I was heartbroken and felt that I was not complete and very unbalanced. 

I feel the answer for me would be to have an implant in my other ear, I have asked for one three times and this has been rejected due to my age and funding.  If I were 18 I would have one straight away.  This really upsets me but I cannot do anything about it unless I win the lottery!!

When I had my implant, people assumed that this piece of equipment would make me hearing like ‘hearing’ people, this is not the case.  When my processor comes off I am DEAF DEAF, I cannot hear a thing.  If an ambulance or fire engine was right next to me with the sirens on, I would not hear that at ALL.  I feel vibrations of very loud things (think road digger) but I would not hear it at all. 
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When I wake up, I shower and brush my teeth in silence; everything is silent until I put the processor on.  When I speak with the speech processor off, I talk very loudly because I cannot hear myself and cannot modulate my voice.  This is when my family and friends know when my battery has gone and needs replacing!

A vivid memory I have of when I was retuned a few years back.  The audiologists often ask me to go for a walk to familiarise myself with the new map.  I needed to go to the loo.  I sat down and did a wee (too much information?), I thought to myself I can hear a funny noise.  I do not know what it is.  I went back to the clinic and asked what all that was about, for the audiologist to say to me, that was the sound of you doing a wee!! I never knew we made noises when we went to the toilet apart from farts as that’s a vibration! Lol. 

I hope that this was interesting and useful information for you.  As always I love comments and feedback as they encourage me to write more!

Thank you for your time.

Speak soon. F x

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Thank you, speak soon, love F X

Reflection ...

I was thinking about what has happened in the last month or so ... For your info I am sitting in my friends amazing salon having my Christmas hair colour and cut. 

In November I was hurt. I won't go into the details. But I'm still suffering from it even now. If you said to me, "What did you do in November?" My answer would be... November??? Has it come and gone? How did that happen?!  

Unfortunately I slept through most of the month due to the cocktail of drugs I was prescribed from my Doctor. It's actually a horrible feeling knowing I won't get that time back. 

It's gone. 

Time to move on. 

I'm sat here feeling a bit "spaced out" and it's an odd feeling. I knew it wasn't the normal me when I was at the Densist earlier today and I didn't even flinch when I was having my teeth prodded at (all good nothing needs to be done) and I just stared at the light and felt myself being transfixed by it as if it was only me and the light. 

Have any of you ever felt like that (not through recreational drugs I mean! Lol) .... Just for the record! 

I really hope that December isn't like that for me. As I want to feel I have done something. Although I can't do a lot at present. Which is frustrating in itself. I even need help taking off and putting on my clothes. Not good eh?

I have tried to stay upbeat and positive but sometimes it just gets a bit toooooooo much. I just want to collapse in a comforting heap (preferably with feather pillows, duvets, blankets and candles surrounding me. Oh fairy lights too with cake and tea .... Nah? Best keep going I guess!!!

I think I'm gonna continue taking my cocktail of tablets. Ask for a cuddle from my other half and beautiful girls. That'll keep me going. 

For the time being....... 

Any suggestions? For pick me ups and motivational comments are very very welcome!

Speak soon, love F X