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Sisters….. don’t beleive a thing they say!!!

It’s an on-going joke between Lil Sis and myself about her hypochondriatic ways. (Is that even a word?) To put it lightly…. she tends to over react! So really…… I should have known!!!! Walking into the park… yep… walking… that’s me… cause that’s my new mode of transport….. her son calls her complaining of leg pain.

ImageNow, he’d been to the gym the day before after not going for some time and over did it on the weights. So of course his legs were hurting him! She directed him to his bed and we continued onto the park for a lovely afternoon.

Now, bearing in mind that this woman is an ex nurse… yes…. an ex nurse…..Ā  I take her medical opinion seriously, though I should know better after the incident years ago when Middle was just a tot. Middle Child had taken a little tumble and hit her head in day care. The normal course of action is to monitor for 24 hours in case of concussion. However, Lil Sis had me running into the Emergency Room holding Middle Child in my arms screaming

“Brain fluid… brain fluid… she has brain fluid coming out of her ears….. HELP!!!”

ImageI looked a right imbecile. I’m sure every doctor in there was snickering in the corner wondering what psych ward I had escaped from. It turned out Middle had a little weepy wax which was barely visible just inside her ear. Personally I hadn’t even seen it, but my sister?! She gave my child a thorough examination and declared her not just concussed but nearly dead and sent me packing off to the ER having insisted she had brain fluid coming out of her ears….. did I learn????


The morning after my nephew’s work out at the gym, I got a call at some ridiculous hour in the morning insisting that said nephew was at home and I had to rush over there IMMEDIATELY! I was just tying up my walking shoes to continue my training for my walk of death and reached for the car keys instead.

She explained that his condition had worsened through the night and he had the mother of all headaches. She had called out an ambulance at about 6:30 that morning because she was concerned about a DVT. The paramedics inspected him and ordered her to monitor him.

Yep! MONITOR…. you know that thing you do for 24 hours?!

She left him home and went to work, calling him on her way there from the bus. Apparently he didn’t answer the phone…… Diagnosis: DVT travelled and he’s laying unconscious on the floor.

ImageI sped across town to rescue him from the jaws of death, not having questioned Lil Sis’ powers of diagnosis at all…. because that’s what you do right? When family calls and say they need you, you run! I couldn’t run there fast enough so I drove. FAST!

Got there and what do I find…. he’s lying on the sofa watching TV, exhausted because the paramedics woke him at the crack of dawn. I asked him why he didn’t answer the phone….. his response….

“My legs hurt cause I over did it in the gym and I couldn’t be bothered to get up and answer it”.

No worries…. panic over. Crisis avoided and I carried on with my day happily. Walked around the town for the next few days as I am in super diligent training and what the hell happened????


So thanks Sis…… I won’t be speeding over to yours in a hurry next time you shout “Medical emergency! Get here….. STAT!” (Yes… I watch ER!) I’ll be walking over cause I won’t have a driving licence anymore! Good thing I’m doing all that walking training then!

My training for my 100km London to Brighton walk is going well though I have to admit…. my muscles are killing me! I’m still collecting sponsorship/donations for SENSE, the charity I am walking in aid of on May 12/13 2012. You can read the original story here or click the links below for more information or to donate. I will soon be starting a fund for my soon to be hired driver’s salary for when I lose my license as well!!! šŸ™‚



Posted by on April 3, 2012 in Uncategorized


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The Baggage List

Today I received the baggage list for what I will need with me on my walk of death. I have been a bit worried about this over the last few days and worried about how I will hydrate and nourish myself over the 100km. For the most part it is off road and there won’t be a McDonalds in sight. Not only won’t there be a hamburger around, but there will be no water source either. Bearing in mind I will start walking at 7 a.m. on the 12th May and I won’t finish till about noon on the 13th, I figure I am going to need some sort of replenishment, even if only of the caffeine variety to get me through the night.

ImageRecently a friend of mine told me I had to ensure my back pack was filled with bananas because I would need the potassium to stop myself from cramping. Now bananas are heavy items and I figure that will hold me back so I am going to have to find potassium in the pill variety! Light and easy to carry.

ImageI have been walking for hours every day despite the fact that I am either carrying or pushing about 35k in extra weight in the form of Toddler Child. I figured that though this was weighing me down, it would be great training and would make the walk of death less fatal. This training has however already started killing me. For starters, I am falling asleep by about 8 p.m. most nights, I can feel my muscles burning. My core muscles in particular are clearly strengthening up. Why is it though that getting fit which is supposed to be a good thing hurts so much? My fluid intake has increased phenomenally. I think I am now drinking about 6 litres of fluid a day. I wake in the morning and I am STARVING….. My eating habits are completely out of whack. I used to be a grazer. I’m so exhausted at night though, I’m not munching my calories in the evening, I’m falling asleep over my dinner plate! My portions have increased and I am generally eating like a horse. All I can hope for however is that I will have the legs of an eighteen year old racehorse by the time I am finished all this exercising and training!

I was fortunate enough to have a local business sponsor the servicing of my bicycle and I am so thankful to them for this. This will make it easier to “train”. Though cycling is not the same as walking, it’s an easier form of exercise to get fit with Toddler Child literally in tow behind me. I can actually get some proper pace in.

Coming back to the baggage though. That back pack I was worried about. I have become increasingly worried as I have been wondering now more about the fluid intake than McDonalds. How on earth am I going to carry all this water I have been drinking and will need on my walk? Will I pass out from dehydration between stops? So maybe carting 35k of Toddler hasn’t been to my advantage at all but exactly what I will need? I got the official email stating what I will need in my pack. Sounds like it will weigh about the same as a small child.





ImageTheir list included not just water and food which I already knew was going to be heavy enough but a whole change of clothes, spare shoes, bandages, sunblock, hats, clothes for layering and warmth in the night, a whole first aid kit with bandage care and antihistamine for bug bites and nettle rashes, head torch and hand torch for night walking…. might I point out that spare batteries needed as well and last time I checked…. they’re not light! Will also need wet wipes and disposal bags to keep the used ones on me in appreciation of the environment for my toileting needs. Crikey… the list goes on and on…..

So the way I look at it… I might not be at an advantage doing all this training pushing Toddler Child around but perhaps what I actually need to do is borrow her push chair and take it with me. Might be better to push than to carry right?!

The sponsorship has been coming in nicely and I am so appreciative to all of you who have been sending funds, kind words of support and who have been cheering me on. Please continue to spread the word and encourage others to donate/sponsor. Please use the Virgin Money Giving Link to send funds directly to my chosen charity SENSE who do amazing work for the deafblind and their families.


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Posted by on March 31, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Time for some (not so) SENSEless humour!!!

You know, sometimes you can have the best intentions but things just always have a habit of getting in the way. Like when you make New Year’s resolutions…… you have all these plans for exercise regimes, less drinking, quitting smoking, starting something new and healthy, a diet maybe…. but there is always some VERY GOOD reason why these plans never come to fruition.

Well that’s what’s been happening with me and my training regime. I had all these great plans last week to up the ante on my training regime for my 100km walk of death. I was going to be walking across the hills and spending hours and hours fresh air being at one with nature, getting my little legs prepared for 24 hours of gruelling non stop walking when the fire happened….. yes…. you heard me…


I have been walking everywhere as much as I can. The car has been ditched and wherever possible I am walking. I wouldn’t say training because there is only so fast one can go with a toddler in tow. First Born even got in touch with me and told me he was so touched by the tribute to walk 100km in commemoration of his impending 18th birthday and in aid of the charity SENSE who do some fantastic work for deafblind people and their families.

However, he quickly texted me after walking to his English tutor, a grand 1 mile and 20 minutes later, and said that perhaps it would be too much but he was willing to take his Toddler sister Child to the park and play on the swings with her whilst I did power circles of the park.

Read our walk story here!

This did bring me some sense of relief as I have to admit, I was imagining the scenario that would ensue if he even managed walking from morning into night fall and then freaked out. We would probably be in the middle of nowhere in the country side, not a road in sight, darkness would be upon us and we would be struggling even to have an argument about how I would get him home for lack of being able to see each others hands!!! So we planned a trip to the park.

I packed up the picnic and got us all dressed, walking shoes and all. Yep! I’m still breaking them in, I wear them every day. They are what I can only describe as my new “signature accessory”…. I tell you, my signature has somewhat deteriorated these days!!!

Anyways, there I am… about to leave the house and as FATE would have it, the phone rang. Now when I say “fate”, I don’t use that term loosely in this scenario. This was a proper INTERVENTION from the divine… or maybe it was SENSE coming to our rescue once again. They called to talk through a few things for a press release and I got tied up on the phone with them for about 15 minutes. When the call finished, I went into the living room and announced our timely departure when I smelled smoke.

YES …… SMOKE!!!!! I looked around and could see no smoke. I asked my friend who had been waiting if they could smell smoke?Had they created any smoke at all whilst I was on the phone? We both smelled it. My senses were not fooling me. We quickly went into the kitchen to find the source……


Like fools we opened my kitchen window and climbed up to have a look outside to find the source…. were one of the other apartments on fire? Were we both being fooled by our noses? Finding nothing, I decided we were leaving and turned into the hallway where I discovered nothing but smoke billowing down the hallway. I went running into the bedroom and there it was……. My expensive John Lewis curtains were going down in a blaze of glory!

Toddler Child had climbed into my window where a lamp resides. You know those ones on a flexible hose like thing? She only turned the bloody thing on, pulled the curtains andĀ  left when I had called for us to go to the park the first time! The flipping curtains had been so super heated by the bulb that they caught fire! My friend and I wrestled to pull it off the curtain pole. Why in God’s name I had secured it so well to the pole was now a mystery to me. And how on earth the children manage to pull the curtains or rails off the walls so effortlessly when I want them to stay up was also a mystery. Here I found myself struggling with this burning mess that wouldn’t budge. Of course we threw that thing in the bathtub so fast and doused it with water thereby creating even more smoke!!!!

Windows were flung open, doors pushed open, fans brought out. My friend and I were choking for breath and trying to air out my apartment with tears from smoke irritation running down our faces. Meanwhile Toddler Child walking around with shrugged shoulders repeating;

“Oh no….. my house on fire….. smokey smokey”


read about the great work sense do!

Needless to say, she now knows not to turn on the lamps anymore and the super power training regime went out the window that day as we spent the afternoon clearing smoke out the house and ash from all over the floors! However….. Tomorrow, my walking partner and I will be walking with all of the toddlers and we will be walking for hours and hours. Admittedly yes, we may have to stop for ice cream…. for the kids of course… but there will be training being done.

Coming back to my point about “FATE” however…… if it weren’t for SENSE calling me there and then, I would have left that house and the curtains would have burned to the floor and ceiling, probably ignited the rest of the apartment and the whole thing would have gone down in flames!

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Ironically, I noticed that the hole the fire left in my beloved window dressing was heart shaped…… funny that!!!! Just like my Virgin Money Giving Page! I figure it’s a sign! The sponsors and Donors have been rolling in nicely. Thank you all. Please keep sharing our story and the reason we are rallying for sponsorship. Will let you know how tomorrow’s walk goes!!!

P.S. I understand that if you are donating from outside of the UK that paypal might be the best option.


Posted by on March 27, 2012 in March 2012, The WALK!


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They’re not dumb…. you are. Have some SENSE!

It seems like yesterday, or not so long ago but how times have changed. First Born has been communicating with me a lot about how attitudes towards the deaf have changed so much in his lifetime, and it is true. They really have, but there’s still so much to be done to raise awareness.

I remember years ago when I was a young girl, there were a couple of families within our extended social circle that had children with “differences”. I never met them though. I think very few did. This was the way back in those days. “Difference” was to be hidden. To be “different” was taboo and was never acknowledged or spoken about.

As times moved on and the education system changed, inclusion became a hot potato and society was forced to deal with having children like these in and amongst them in mainstream schools. I’m so happy that I’m the age that I am and I didn’t have my son in those times. Society’s views were not moving as fast as those of the government or the parents of lesser abled kids or even the children who had these difficulties. Though integrated into mainstream schools, they were still shunned.

I read a book when First Born was still toddling, “The Feel of Silence” by Bonnie Tucker. Tucker grew up in America in the 40s. She lost her hearing at the age of two and was forced to continue to be aural though profoundly deaf. Her parents never let it be known that she had a hearing problem and her mother went to great pains to teach her how to use her voice. It’s a read I highly recommend, even if you have no ties to anyone with hearing loss or other type of “difference”.

Tucker’s book is a funny, witty and intimate memoir of her life. I remember being blown away by how this remarkable woman got through life in a hearing world without support from others as her deafness was unknown to all but her immediate family. Things I was taking for granted like waking in the night when my baby cried to tend to his needs. Tucker had to train herself to wake and check on her babies intermittently through the night.

She had a successful career as a lawyer, married and had children, divorced and continued to raise them on her own. I take my hat off to this woman and give her every credit for her success. As heart warming as her story is however, it’s not a true picture of how the deaf world can be. She lived in a time when “differences” were hidden away. She survived. Not only did she survive. She has an incredible success story.

Sadly though, mainstream society is fooled into thinking that all deaf people can speak. They assume that all deaf people can lip read. Like it’s some sort of compensation from God….. “I’ll take away your hearing but give you the gift of lip reading”.

No no no no no!!!! It doesn’t work like that!

I used to get so fed up of explaining this to people over and over and over again. You can’t just shout louder. You can’t just make a deaf person hear, or talk. It’s like a double edged sword though however. We want society to change and to embrace difference. But how are they meant to embrace it unless they are educated into what that difference entails. As a parent of a deaf person, or for a deaf person it’s probably worse. The incessant questions are tiresome. I say this is tiresome for deaf people but to be honest, it’s tiresome when dealing with any type of “difference”.

Society is in a state of metamorphosis right now. People are open to being educated about difference and to embracing it into everyday lives. We live in a time now where society is ripe for including all levels of ability – physical, mental and emotional – into what will become “normal” one day. A time where we won’t have “disabilities” hidden away or sectioned off into safety zones. We want to aim for a time when we recognise that;


The education of difference must continue.

I can advocate for deafness and some other differences. For instance; I can tell you that how aural a deaf person is depends largely on how profound or small a hearing loss they have, when they lost their hearing. Perhaps they already had speech? More importantly, I can tell you that lip reading is not a given. It is a gift and even then it must be honed and worked on. The same way a person has an artistic skill, they may have a lip reading skill. To an extent yes, it can be learned but really successful lip readers have a gift.

Often I would be asked when I said my son was deaf, “Can he talk?” I would try to explain that because he was so profoundly deaf AND had never heard speech that this was difficult. I would often hear the term “Deaf and Dumb”. This really old fashioned term used to make me so angry. Angry at the person using it, angry on behalf of my son who is in fact one of the most intelligent people I know and I would hear myself screaming inside…


Times have changed though. We hardly hear terms like that at all anymore. The movement for deaf people has been amazing. It’s a hard task to do as an individual though sometimes. For a deaf person I imagine they want to experience life, not continually explain their existence and deafness to everyone. I certainly know as a parent I found it tiresome, wanting to enjoy a day at the park with hearing peers and their children but finding myself having to explain “deaf” rather than just enjoy the day.

This is why organisations like SENSE are amazing. They work to raise awareness in society and clear a path so that the deaf/blind/deafblind may enjoy life; rather than explain it and go into the world without fear of ridicule, questions, even a raised eyebrow or slighted glance and just be themselves.

Please help me to help them continue in their plight to offer the support and advice to the individuals, families and communities of people like my son so that they may enjoy the things in life that we take for granted. Click on the Virgin Giving Money link to sponsor me in my 100km walk on May12/13th 2012 in their honour. If you would like to read more about my family’s story and why I’m doing this walk, please click here.

Spread the word, share these stories and letā€™s see if we can raise the Ā£3,000 target I;ve set to try and raise. In the meantimeā€¦.. I’ll keep walking in my efforts to train for this event. (If anyone knows a good masseur who’s willing to meet me at the finish line, Iā€™d be most grateful! šŸ˜‰ )

P.S. If you think lip reading it that easy, put on a pair of headphones, play your music really loud and try to see if you can interpret what someone is telling you. Also, if you ever do encounter a deaf person, don’t be afraid to try to use gestures, even if you can’t sign. Use facial expressions for sure and if you’re really struggling to communicate, don’t give up; use a pen and piece of paper, or type it out on your phone. All deaf people try to follow some lip patterns as well, regardless of how good they are at lip reading. Don’t shout at them. Speak slower and try to emphasise your lip pattern (WITHOUT patronising them). Keep your lips toward them and don’t block your mouth. Have a look at the video clip in the link below.

The deaf don’t want to be patronised OR ignored.

They just want to be heard too!!!

Thank you again to all of you who have been donating and sending kind words of support. If you can’t help by donating just a pound or two, please help by raising awareness of this challenge by sharing, spreading the word or help by raising awareness on behalf of deaf people by sharing what you may have learned today!!!


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Nothing is making sense anymore!

When I first started this blog just under a year ago, it was meant to be a hilarious diary of the stuff I encounter on a near daily basis whilst I experimented with writing. As it turns out….. it would seem that I have a rather eclectic style of writing. I don’t seem to be able to write in just one fashion. Trouble is, my friends have been on at me to write a book for years now and I can never come up with the story. I don’t have “A” story. I have several. I have been trying to merge all these stories in my head for months now and to come up with a “genre” in which I can pigeon-hole them and today I realised that I can’t. So maybe I don’t have a book to write. Maybe I just have several stories to tell…. hopefully some of them with a moral or best case scenario… maybe I’m sitting on a trilogy of books in my head.

Today I went walking. No easy feat when Toddler Child insists on walking with me…. so I wasn’t exactly doing the power walking for the training regime I wanted to do, but at least I was breaking in the walking shoes. Middle Child has gone off for the week and oddly, this leaves me feeling like there is a bit of a gap to fill, both physically and mentally. First Born also brought up the topic of cochlear implants last night which was quite profound and, over breakfast this morning, he made me watch a very interestingĀ  YouTube video which was even more profound.

On my walk, I started hashing over some of the events of his early life on the back of the whole cochlear implant topic. I asked him outright if he thought it was something he would want now. His response was “No. It’s just good how deaf people are more accepted now”. And it’s true. I remember back when he was a tiny baby, it was rather taboo to be “different”. I don’t like using the word “disability” because it’s never a disability unless you allow it to be. It may make things more challenging, but owning your “difference” can make all the difference. It’s the people and society around you that are disabled!

When I was first letting people know that Josh was deafblind, the first things they would ask is what surgeries he could have to FIX that. Also, in some circumstances they treated him like he was contagious. People would stare, stay on the other side of the room and keep looking at us but not talking to us. I would avoid the mother toddler groups because I was made to feel like we had some kind of contagious disease. One of the most hurtful things I remember was sitting at a family gathering with members of my extended family that I hadn’t seen for a long time who had come to visit from far away and they actually took their ward of kids away as if they would get infected. I was so hurt and upset. But when I look back now with the wisdom I’ve acquired over the years, I’m glad they did this. I’m glad the people who shunned us in one environment or another did so because there was an infection to be had. We weren’t going to infect anyone but I’m glad they did not infect my son with their prejudices and warped outlook on life. We weren’t the ones with the problem…. they all were. My son’s deafness did not need FIXING.

People just need to be more AWARE!!

I thought about Joshua’s early days and all that he went through and we all went through as a family. Often times in those early years of his life, people would pity me and say how sad it was and how sorry they felt for me and him and my family. Thing is though, I had the benefit of being on autopilot then. We were so consumed with hospitals and appointments that there was no time to stop and think about any of it really.

I remember when I was pregnant with him, I sat staring out of my parents’ living room window deep in thought and my father enquired as to what I was thinking. I was worrying about the kind of life I would give him. I was young and didn’t have very much money, but I dreamed of being able to send him to the best schools and being able to give him the best in life and I knew I was in no position to do so. Little did I know, I had much bigger things to consider than what money could buy. We all take it for granted that we’ll bear healthy, happy babies and in those early days in that whirl of hospitals, suddenly the last thing I was worried about was whether I’d be able to buy him the latest toys.

At 3 weeks old, First Born had his first surgery. We nearly lost him owing to his heart murmur. But he came through fighting. By the time he was 2 months old, he had cataract removal surgery in both his eyes and contact lenses were fitted. His prescription then was +42 in both his eyes. The eye that they operated on secondly though had developed a scar in the pupil and was not getting enough light stimulation, and on top of having to ensure he had clean contact lenses that often popped out because they were so thick, he then had to have his “good eye”, the one he could see out of, patched so that the weaker eye would get light stimulation. It was horrific. This tiny baby had been given sight and then had to have it covered with a patch to give his weak eye a fighting chance. On top of all of this, he had to contend with his body-worn hearing aids as well. Twice a day, sometimes more if his lenses fell out, we would have to wrap him up in a blanket really tightly and force his eyes open to put in or take out his lenses. He suffered numerous eye infections, trauma from being wrapped and what I call nothing less than “abused” in the process, and still the appointments rolled in. I’m not sure he ever had a stretch of a week of just normal in that first couple of years. We always had to be in some waiting room for hours somewhere.

The thing is though, so many people felt so sorry for me. People from this outside world that is. In there in the hospitals. That’s a whole different world. I was also introduced to many other different types of mother toddler groups through the hospital and through my Health Visitor. When people said they felt sorry for us, I did not. Behind those walls in the hospitals I met other people. We were lucky compared to them. My baby boy may have been deaf and had some serious sight issues but he was alive and well and at home. I met so many people who were, in fact, confined within those walls because their child was terminally ill or so ill they did not even know when they would be able to bring them home. I met people at groups whose beautiful children were dying slowly though diseases that were going to rob them of a chance of even seeing adolescence. So how on earth could I feel sorry for us? We were blessed. We had life. I didn’t grieve, I was in a better place than them.

Ignorance can be bliss however. It was probably a mistake not to grieve and take it on the chin. Being my first baby, what I had at home was normal for us. We had our own way of communicating and babies don’t talk, so First Born was making all the right noises and I was oblivious to, or had hidden away, the fact that he couldn’t hear me. There was so much else to deal with, the contact lenses, cleaning them, the patches, the physiotherapy and occupational therapy, all the other ways of stimulating him with lights and textures etc. As long as he was making those noises, then I was able to forget about the deafness.

My mother had started taking him to a mother toddler group run by our local deaf centre whilst I was at university. He had been going with her for a few months and was toddling by this stage. If I recall correctly, he would have been about two. She called me and told me of the Christmas party and what time to bring him there and meet her. I went up there and remember clearly walking through the double doors. I expected tinsel and decorations and a Santa Claus and chattering and music. Only, there was no sound. It was a world I’d never seen. I was horrified. I didn’t know if I could cope with this. Just when I thought I’d got to grips with the contact lenses and the patching, a curve ball had been thrown at me.

I was the parent, I was supposed to be bringing my son to this gathering when all of a sudden I realised that I wasn’t bringing him. He was bringing me. He knew everyone. He was in his comfort zone. He ran in and SIGNED at someone and they were all signing back at him. Adults came up to me and were signing furiously at me and I didn’t know what to do. He may have been in his comfort zone but me…. I was completely out of my depth and I looked at my little boy and for the first time in that two years, I realised the reality of his deafness head on.

I went home that evening and I cried. I finally, for the first time, cried for his loss. I was drastically upset but I never told anyone. How could I now after all this time suddenly say it was a problem. Quickly over the coming months as I observed First Born integrating into the deaf world I realised something though. This was his comfort zone.This was his world. He was happy here and the words of a woman form the Department of Sensory Needs who came to see him when he was just a few days old rang though my head.

She appeared on my door step unannounced and said, “I am here to see him”. (Like Jesus).Ā  She barged her way into his roomĀ  when I told her he was asleep and she stood there looking at him… Honestly… it was like a little Messiah was born when he came into the world. I had to quickly ask her to leave though. She stood there and then turned to me, looked me right in the eye and she said, “He’s not yours you know. You’re just borrowing him. He belongs to the deaf world”.

WHAT? WHAT? What was this woman telling me about my days-old baby? What on earth did she mean he wasn’t mine? Of course he was bloody well mine. I felt so threatened. Like she was going to run away with him and give him to the deaf. I think subconsciously this may have even been why I blocked out his deafness in those early days. In retrospect, as insensitive as she was about saying this, I realised, for the first time at that Christmas party at the local deaf centre, that he did belong to them. Over the years it has become clearer and clearer to me that there is a divide between the deaf and hearing world and though we are all of one family, my son and the rest of my family are of different worlds.

Hence why of course, I gulped a bit when he brought up Cochlear Implants with me and I had to check if he wanted one. We had the choice of letting him have one when he was two and we declined on his behalf. It has always haunted me that he might say we made the wrong choice for him. So last night I was relieved when he said that he was, “impressed with everything as now that society acknowledge of us deaf people, giving us a support all we needs”.

This is the video he brought to show me over breakfast this morning. It impressed me even more. It does remind me though, that the collision between the deaf and hearing world is almost non existent to me now after all these years. To those who have no need to be around the deaf regularly, there is a huge divide… and for the deaf who live in this hearing world, they feel the divide too… but it’s nice to know that with the help of organisations like SENSE making society more deaf/deafblind/blind aware, less inhibited and more accommodating, that people like my son feel more accepted in this world we live in.

I haven’t touched much on my son’s sight problems in this blog post as it is his less profound loss compared to his hearing. However, he’s considered legally blind. We’re lucky though, he operates at a level that would make most people think that he just wears really thick glasses. There are so many other people out there that have a loss of sight as well and can’t use sign language the way he does and depend on other means of communication like touch. This takes so much more skill to teach and learn, and funding is needed to help people who communicate in this way as well as to help them with the day to day tasks they undertake.

I refer back to the reasons for these recent postings which is to make society more aware of the deafblind like my son and the 100km walk I’ll be doing on May 12/13th to raise money for SENSE, the deafblind charity who have helped my son and others who have much more profound losses than he does.

Please click on my Virgin Money Giving link to pledge even just a few pounds so that I may raise money in order that SENSE may keep helping people like First Born and continue to give, not only them but their families, the support that they need. Organisations like this offer practical, emotional and sometimes even financial support to families who, without them, may not be able to cope or give their child or family member the best help or support they can. They have been an invaluable resource to us, please help them to keep being an invaluable resource to others as well.

To those of you who are following this story, thank you. And a big thank you to those of you who have been pledging money and sending kind words of support and encouragement.

I only walked a few miles today to “ease myself into my training programme” and I’m EXHAUSTED. Your words of encouragement and donations will be what keeps my legs moving when I take off on what I hope will be a warm and sunny morning!

Night night x

As a footnote, I just wanted to add that, as First Born developed his relationship with the deaf world, my wounds of his deafness hitting me healed quickly. I didn’t feel sorry for myself before, I felt sorry for him. In that instant, at that Christmas Party and for a few months afterwards, I did feel sorry for myself. But I stopped feeling sorry for him and for me because, when I looked at him with his deaf peers, I realised that neither he nor any of them felt sorry for themselves and if this little boy who had been thrown a bag of lemons didn’t feel sorry for himself, why should I feel sorry for me? That was not my right! He gave me the strength to carry on.

Also, if you have no idea how the deaf and hearing world can collide and the impact it can have on a family or a deaf person, the whole reason this conversation came up with my son was because we were discussing a TV series which came out recently about a couple of girls switched at birth. One of the girls is deaf and grew up in a deaf friendly environment and is then thrown into a world with no experience of hearing loss. It is very interesting to watch from the perspective of gaining insight into how the two worlds can collide. Have a watch if you can!!


Posted by on March 19, 2012 in March 2012, The WALK!


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