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Steps to Coping with Hearing Loss

In coping strategies, Uncategorized on January 7, 2017 at 4:07 pm


by Chelle Wyatt

Part of my job is going to senior centers; to teach a speechreading class, have a table at their health fair or give presentations. Recently a senior center requested a presentation on coping strategies for hearing loss, mostly because the program director herself has a hearing loss and isn’t sure what to do. The idea rolled around in my head for about a week before I could put it to paper. There are the obvious coping strategies;

  1. Face me when you talk. Mostly I tell people “I lipread” these days which usually works great for me.
  2. Get my attention before talking. If this would be done each time, there would be a lot less repeats. Just because I’m in the same room doesn’t mean I’m going to hear you because I need to see your face first to hear.
  3. If after one repeat I still don’t understand then rephrase or add gestures. Gestures can be a huge help.
  4. No talking from other rooms. If someone wants to start a conversation that person, hard of hearing or not, will go to the other person to talk.

Those four little rules will benefit a hard of hearing person a great deal. I added a couple more that aren’t as obvious.


  1. Plan ahead. What will you need to hear better and enjoy in certain socializing situations? Will it be taking a friend who can help you hear? Or taking another hard of hearing person who understands? Will you need an FM system and get permission to hook it up to the microphone that will be used? Show up early to get the front seat? Taking your living room loop to the Super Bowl party? Captions? etc.
  2. Take a class geared toward hearing loss. Find a lipreading class or an ASL class. Attend any workshop you can that has to do with hearing loss. HLAA has free webinars monthly, check them out too.
  3. Join a support group. The SayWhatClub is a great for anyone who has access online. They have email lists and Facebook groups, choose the method you like best and join. Why? They are instant support for the bad times, good for ranting about the hearing world but mostly for the friendship and role models you’ll find. It’s finding your tribe of people. Then see if there’s a local HLAA or ALDA chapter near you because being with others who have hearing loss makes you feel good. Go to as many hearing loss conventions as you can for more friendships!  (The SayWhatClub conventions are awesome and this year’s will be in Savannah.)

I am including in my presentation 3 more items that aren’t commonly considered coping strategies as far as I know but I believe they are basis for everything I listed above.

Get out of the closet, quit hiding your hearing loss. Get it out in the open and start telling people you have a hearing loss. Before we come out of the closet we use bad coping strategies; faking it, bluffing, talking so we don’t have to hear and the deaf nod. This may cause hearing people to think, “She’s losing it. That answer is off the wall.” And, “She’s kind of slow, she doesn’t talk much.” Then there’s the snobby conclusion, “She’s really stuck up. She didn’t stop to talk to me when I called out to her.” A good coping strategy is being upfront about hearing loss and your needs. It’s freeing to let it all out and later on you’ll realize hiding it was a lot more work. Wouldn’t you rather people know it was your broken ears, not a damaged brain? It’s hearing loss, she didn’t hear me instead of being stuck up and unfriendly. Doing this will open a new line of communication with others.


Educate yourself about hearing loss. Without knowing exactly how your hearing loss works, you can’t describe it to others and they won’t understand our needs as well. Do you have a regular ski slope hearing loss? A reverse slope? A cookie bite? Conductive? Mixed? What exactly does having that hearing loss mean to you when it comes to speech, has an audiologist ever told you? Do you need volume? Less volume, more clarity? Do you hear a man’s voice better or woman’s? The more you know about your hearing loss the more you can address your needs specifically.

If you wear hearing aids or CI’s, how much do you know about them? What are their benefits and limitations? Do you know all the programs they offer? (Background noise, tinnitus relief, telecoil, Bluetooth, etc.) Find books on hearing loss and read all you can.

After that, learn all you can about assistive listening devices. Browse websites, order free catalogs and ask people who attend hearing loss support groups (they are the best resource). Ask for assistive listening devices in theaters, at the movies, at sporting events at church and anywhere you go. Do they have volume control headphones or captioning devices? Which ones benefit you most? Ask because while you’re asking you’re also educating other people about hearing loss.


Stick up for yourself. Stop worrying about burdening other people. Communication is a two way street. It’s up to us to advocate for ourselves and the people in our lives should be able to meet us halfway. My part is paying attention. If I’m stuck on a word and I’m doing my best there should never, ever be an eye roll, a “never mind” or “I SAID…” If you’ve done your job learning about hearing loss, then you’re armed with knowledge, let them have it! I recommend trying to be nice about it. There’s assertive and then there’s aggressive. No one likes being yelled at. Remember communication habits are hard to break (start now!) so have patience but be consistent. There are times when getting mad makes the point but use is sparingly. I made a good impression on my family after getting a “never mind” once too often by hitting the roof. They never said it again. I’m not proud when I lose it, even when it works.


These were my steps to success with hearing loss, maybe they will work for you too.  There will still be pitfalls, tears and possible tantrums but there will be less of them.  Plus these steps help end the isolation many feel that comes with hearing loss.


Miracle Workers

In Hearing Loss, Life, Tinnitus on January 16, 2013 at 7:09 pm

In 1979, television aired a remake of “The Miracle Worker.” I sat on the floor as close as I could get to TV watching this deaf and blind girl who wandered around the dinner table eating handfuls of food from her family’s plates like a savage. Ann Sullivan, the miracle worker, showed up and later shoving Helen Keller’s hand under the water spout and spelled water into her palm. Helen’s face lit up as she understood language for the first time in a long time. From there, Helen became an educated young woman, going to college and becoming an advocate for those with disabilities.

At eleven years old, I wanted to understand her world, to find out how someone who couldn’t hear and couldn’t see could be so much a part of life. How did it feel? I put cotton in my ears but still heard too much noise so I plugged my ears with my fingers. That muffled the world a little more but still wasn’t close enough to silence so I gave up trying to figure out deaf the deaf part.

Pretending to be blind came much easier. Closing my eyes when no one else was around, I walked around the house and yard, learning to feel my way around. Walls, doors and stray shoes or toys made for a few scrapes and bruises but I kept at it. I did it over and over until I became good at getting around without seeing. As long as everything was in its place, I could get around in the house in pitch black darkness. Places and things became a snapshot in my mind while my eyes were open (which is an added advantage the blind don’t have) but darkness felt like a friend. This talent exists within me all these years later.

Fate is twisted. Did some childish and romanticized wish escape to become reality? Or was a tiny seed planted to prepare me for what would come? Instead of an oak it became a maple. The irony of it is I “prepared” for the wrong disability. Blindness wasn’t in my future.

Somewhere in my teens, I started losing my hearing but slid by without detection. With hindsight, there were clues but the adults in my life lumped me into the “typical teenager” category, saying “huh?” all the time and not paying attention. I talked too loud and friends asked me to tone it down. I couldn’t understand people speaking from the front seat of vehicles while I sat in the back seat. Kids at school assumed me to be a snob because I walked right by them when they tried talking to me.

Tinnitus, a sign of hearing loss, was my first real challenge at 18 years old. Phantom sounds like crickets and cicadas invaded the whole of my days and nights along with a high pitched squeal. I almost went crazy from lack of sleep so I went to a doctor thinking he would help me get rid of it. Instead, he crushed all hope. “There’s nothing we can do. Learn to live with it,” he said as he got up and left the examining room without offering even he smallest hint of advice on how to do that leaving me stunned.

Live with it? How? With all sense of peace and hope lost, I laid awake at nights for another month watching the pine tree shadows bounce around on the wall as shrill ringing intruded on my sleep. Long, listless days dragged by until one morning I decided I was too young to let this ruin my life. There’s too much to do and see so determination set in. If I had to listen to noise it may as well be something I wanted to hear so I picked up my Walkman, put on my headphones that night and let it play all night long. I had to learn to sleep on my back but it helped me adapt to the cacophony in my head. It’s not easy making a friend of an enemy but eventually I learned.

Unavoidable signs of hearing loss showed up around 21 years old. I replied to conversations all wrong, stopping all conversation with everyone looking at me with strange looks on their face. I started to withdraw and kept to the outskirts of conversations afraid of making a fool of myself.

More symptoms of hearing loss popped up. Fans, air-conditioners, music and traffic started to interfere with my understanding of casual conversation. Phones weren’t loud enough anymore. People had to repeat all the time. One afternoon while talking to my mom long distance on the phone, she got tired of repeating. “For God’s sake, get some hearing aids!” she exclaimed.

Hearing aids at 23 years old? Really? If my mom finally voiced it, how many other people thought it while talking to me? I told my mom I would and I did.

Hearing aids aren’t called “hearing miracles” for a reason. Wearing hearing aids didn’t automatically correct my hearing as glasses do for vision but I didn’t know that at the time. I thought by wearing hearing aids, fixed the problem but people repeated things enough to ask me, “Are your ears on?” They were in and I showed them. I put on my fake smile, focusing my entire will on them as they repeated once again. If I still didn’t understand, I pretended I had. Nodding my head and smiling, (called the deaf nod or bluffing) I said “really” in such a way to match their tone and facial expressions. Most of the time this worked beautifully for them even if I felt lost. I had moments of pause, pondering Helen Keller and wishing I had an Ann Sullivan in my life to navigate the rough territory of hearing loss. I didn’t exactly need sign language, but I needed some sort of help.

I continued to live in the world between, not quite hearing and not deaf. I got by but I lived in a shadow. I don’t know what Helen’s day to day living was like but I bet no one told her to “pay attention” when she didn’t understand or that she had selective hearing. She lived in the absolute silence and darkness. In my no man’s land, I blundered through noise and conversation I heard but couldn’t understand which is a cruel place to live. Many days I wanted to pick up a sharpened pencil jabbing into my ears so I could be deaf. If I couldn’t hear then give me silence! No one understood hearing loss fully least of all me.

Feeling inadequate, I rarely admitted to my hearing loss. It was a weakness, something to hide and share only with those close to me. Ashamed of it, I created a small, safe circle letting in only a few people. This safety net gave me the appearance of being normal but really I cut myself off from most of the world. I wanted to be more secure, more social with more friends but I didn’t know how.

Helen Keller had a companion to show her the way. I had no one. Living in a small desert town, two hours in any direction from a city kept me isolated. There were no ear, nose, throat doctors in town, no audiologists and no support groups. The closest ones were two hours away. I worked as a hairdresser and a few of the older folk came through with hearing aids but they didn’t seem to know anymore than I did. We smiled and nodded to each other as I blew dry their hair. Many times I wished for some sort of guidance.

Without knowing it, my husband at the time became my first advocate. He constantly told people I couldn’t hear. How I hated that at first! He outed me all the time to others. “She didn’t hear a word you said. She is hard of hearing so make sure you face her when talking.” Or while introducing me to others he would add, “If she walks away while you were talking, it’s not because she’s stuck up, it’s because she can’t hear well.” Hearing loss was no longer a secret, which turned out to be for the better. People didn’t turn away in disgust and most of the time they genuinely wanted to help.

More help showed up on the internet which came late to our small town. The first time I sat down to chat online, I felt like I had come home. It provided an equality I hadn’t felt in a long time. All conversations were typed so I didn’t miss a single word. I thrived in the online world becoming more outgoing there than in real life. I sought support groups, tinnitus being the first where I talked to people from all over the world who also had it. I already “habituated” but it felt good to share my story and find out I wasn’t alone.

Next I looked for online support for hearing loss and I found my ‘miracle workers.’ Guidance from many people of all ages came from across the country in the form of the SayWhatClub (SWC), an online support community for those with hearing loss. All of them struggled in the hearing world the same as me. Many lived in small towns, while others lived in bigger cities who shared their knowledge from local support in other organizations which were Association of Late-Deafened Adults (ALDA) and Self Help for the Hard of Hearing (SHHH). Daily, we shared stories of trial and error, laughter and sorrow. We also shared coping strategies and new technology to aid the hard of hearing. My “Ann Sullivan” finally showed up and I don’t know where I’d be today without all their help and support.

More miracle workers came into my world years later when I moved out of my small, desert town into the city. My hearing had declined further so I went online looking for local support. I found out SHHH had changed its name to the Hearing Loss Association of America (HLAA) and my city had an active chapter. More wonderful people came into my life, teaching me even more. I experienced all the technology I only heard about before, such as CART (real time captioning), FM systems, loops and even captioning at the theaters. In this new world, I heard every word for the first time. Hearing loss started out a long, slow, lonely journey but now I have many companions.

Thank goodness for all my local hard of hearing friends and the SWC. A few years after a grueling period of trying to make others I worked with understand hearing loss, I came home to let all my frustration out in a great big crying fit. My boyfriend tried calming me as I gasped and ranted. Even the past flashed through my mind; ridiculous little me playing at being blind when I should have played at deaf instead. In between sobs, I blurted out to my boyfriend, “I didn’t prepare myself to be deaf!” Not knowing the whole story, he answered, “Who does?” I paused in my misery and thought about explaining my child’s play to him. Embarrassed about it all, the fit and the childhood play, I didn’t tell him but his answer made me think. Life throws curve balls. I could make the best of it or the worst of it and these days I had other hard of hearing companions to reach out to.

My hearing loss is progressive, it’s a long, slow and sometimes agonizing journey. To this day I have not stabbed at my ears with a sharpened pencil though at odd times, the thought still occurs to me. Instead, I keep my patience and my companions around. They are my friends who don’t know they are my miracle workers.