Deck the halls with boughs of holly, and so much background noise that you can't hear yourself think, nor anyone else speak.
You resign yourself to lip-reading through the drunken haze, only to discover that it's the same deaf joke that you've been politely laughing at since you were a child. Your uncle apparently believes it's the height of hilarity, and a highly original jape.
"Deaf, eh? Eh?" Pantomime cupping of the ear. "What's that you said? Eh? Eh?"
Your mother is grimacing at the potential awkwardness, so you smile and have another sherry, while glancing at the Christmas tree where a subtle message hangs like sanity. Angry Deaf is quietly here and has your back.
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I'm very glad that you think so. :)
WordChazer - {{{{hugs}}}} Then the retreat ultimately became your room and your own thoughts, which are things which you can carry out of there into the rest of the world. Albeit it would be a different room.
Jumbled thoughts and Very Hard Work conversations are par for the course. It's not just a matter of not hearing well, it's exhausting.
2uesday - Thank you for stepping in for that child. <3
I've just come back from a retreat weekend (article upcoming) and even though it was a retreat, I had to run away on Saturday afternoon back to the room, because my head was singing and my thoughts were so jumbled after being with so many people for a whole 24 hours. The restaurant served lovely food but the wooden floor and cupola ceiling made it a nightmare for sound bouncing off everything. I was trying to speak to and hear two very dear friends from the church and it was Very Hard Work Indeed. I thought of you several times during the weekend, because if I was finding it hard, I can't imagine how much harder you would have found it. In the congregation we also have a lady with cerebral palsy who struggles to speak clearly and a blind lady who orientates herself by sound so they must also have been struggling.
Brothers especially don't know their strength. My brother is four years younger, so when we were kids, I could always overpower him.
A couple of Christmasses ago, we were messing around, having the sort of semi-fight that adult siblings can have, when you're both in your late 30s. It was all a bit of a shock. Though logically I knew that puberty and two decades of brick-building had made him a huge, muscular man, emotionally, I thought I could still topple him. I was wrong!
And yes, he forgets I'm deaf too.
It's all good. You can be sure that I'll remind you, should the situation require it.
I have a weak back these days but still kid around with my brother. He once pushed me so hard right in my lumbar region that I was reeling for days afterwards, wondering if I'd end up stuck again. It's amazing how even close people don't remember what you're dealing with. So I can see why you'd make Zazzle ornaments. :)
The funny thing about memory is that often people forget they themselves are not made of steel, and they start lifting heavy objects and God knows what. Then they know what I'm talking about ;-)
I always forget you're deaf. Sorry.
As these ornaments (and articles) are being created, I have my family and friends seeing them in my social networking streams. They're kind of registering them all anyway. Though I have highly amused myself a couple of times, so I am still tempted.
Are you going to have one of these ornaments?