There is something blissfully comforting about curling up on the couch with a cold glass of chocolate milk, turning the TV on and flipping it to Friends, knowing that whatever episode it is, I can probably recite line for line.
It's the little things, really.
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I'm Lucy and I could eat Mexican every day. I feel naked without mascara. I hate shopping. I love to travel and take pictures of lamp posts.
I lost my hearing when I was four. I wear two digital BTEs (behind-the-ear hearing aids) and am a master at reading lips. I'm still perfecting the art of signing and speaking at the same time. Being hard of hearing is hard, but it can also be hilarious. Lonely. Peaceful. Frustrating. Just right.
I write for those of you with hearing loss because I, too, just want to know someone who gets it. And I write for those of you who don't have hearing loss because you likely know and maybe even love someone who does... and who desperately hopes that you'll get it.
Let's be friends, k?
I lost my hearing when I was four. I wear two digital BTEs (behind-the-ear hearing aids) and am a master at reading lips. I'm still perfecting the art of signing and speaking at the same time. Being hard of hearing is hard, but it can also be hilarious. Lonely. Peaceful. Frustrating. Just right.
I write for those of you with hearing loss because I, too, just want to know someone who gets it. And I write for those of you who don't have hearing loss because you likely know and maybe even love someone who does... and who desperately hopes that you'll get it.
Let's be friends, k?
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