On Technology, Acceptance, Hearing and Life

I read somewhere that the Baby boomers are comfortable with technology and know how to profit from their parents’ screw-ups in aging.  I beg to differ about technology.  I approach every new task online with angst and ague.

“How soon before the worst that could happen happens?”  “How soon before the ‘fatal error’ message flashes?” “Where’s a three year old when I need her to get me back on track?”  “Does everyone feel as inept here as I do?”

But learning from my parents’ errors (in aging,) is a different matter. My father started to lose his hearing in both ears around age sixty.  He lived to be ninety-four.  Which means my two grown sisters, my brother and I had to endure thirty four years of ‘yell and spell’ communication.  Sure he had a hearing aid. But refused to wear it.  Didn’t need it.

So, as karma would have it, I began to go deaf in one ear around the age of fifty.  I ran to the closest hearing center to get fitted for a hearing aid. It didn’t seem to help much but at least I was ‘doing something’ about the problem.  Doesn’t that count for a few points?

I wasn’t going to do that pretend-I’m-not-deaf -so-I-don’t-have-to-do-something-about-it routine.  Over the years, I consulted doctors, health practitioners, voodoo priests, whatever, to improve my hearing.

Eventually an ear, nose and throat specialist introduced me to a hearing device that transmits what my deaf ear should hear to my ‘good’ ear via wi-fi.  The result? No one seems to notice I have a hearing loss.  Or do they?