Once upon a time, I had a noisy little Honda Accord hatchback and four noisy boys. The noise of the tires on the road was loud, and the normal noise from the kids was loud. It was a bit overstimulating, and I tuned it out.
And then I was diagnosed with hearing loss. It’s bilateral, moderate, mid-range sensioneural hearing loss — nicknamed a cookie bite because that is what it looks like on an audiogram. That means while I can still hear the sounds around me, I’m not picking up a lot of the sounds in the speech range. I hear the rhythm of your speech, I hear some of the sounds, and my brain puts together what it thinks you are saying.
It was a relief to get a hearing loss diagnosis (it’s not all in my head!) and hearing aids seemed like a gift rather than a stigma. In reality? My hearing aids were life changing.
But the most profound moment after being diagnosed?
Driving down the road I realized, “Wow, my kids in the back seat are actually talking to me! Not just being noisy!”