I can pinpoint the exact minute I knew, 10:56am Thursday 26th March 1992. I remember watching everybody’s lips move, but hearing no sound. ‘She is profoundly deaf’ one of the doctors told my Mum. Meningitis it was, I was one of the lucky ones. I didn’t die, I didn’t lose a limb, only my hearing.
I love the silence; well I haven’t much choice have I? The calmness and serenity is wonderful.
Now 20 years on I have been offered cochlea implants, which I have been told will cure my ‘disability’. But as I sit here in the silence and look outside at the hustle and bustle, the noise and the hullabaloo I think I am going to refuse. I think I would rather be ‘disabled.’
Anyway I have my five senses, sight, touch, smell, taste and common which is more than you can say for a lot of people!