It has been almost four years since my son was diagnosed with late onset hearing loss. I try to recall what our life was like prior to his diagnosis, but that seems like another lifetime, another family. I mention this because an essay I wrote about our world prior to his diagnosis is published this week on Brain, Child magazine’s website. (You can read the essay here.)
I can’t even begin to describe all the changes that have occurred in those four years. Hearing loss has become a part of our life, but not in the way that I imagined.
When my son was first diagnosed I saw the hearing loss and hearing aids as being front and center in our lives. I thought that is all that people would focus on, all that we would be focused on. But, instead, the hearing aids have slipped slowly into the background, they have become secondary.
My son turns seven in a few short weeks. He loves Ninjago, playing the piano, riding his bike, and playing basketball with his friends at recess. He paints, plays ice hockey, skis, and swims. He loves to tell jokes, read books, and write stories – and oh yeah – he wears bilateral hearing aids. No big deal.