Since I’m blind, the sound I can’t take for granted any more, literally means the world to me. It is the key to my independence, to the travels and adventures I’m having and to the communication that keeps me connected and grounded in this world.
With a lack of coordination-control and a pounding head, I feel both drunk and hungover. I’m walking on sand, sinking with every step.
Image by Jan Vašek from Pixabay A friend of mine recently told me a story about how her elderly grandmother, who is in
At night-time, it loves the limelight, gobbling it up with glee. The more I focus on it, the more layers of noise I discover.
Give People With Tinnitus the Hope for a Cure! This week is Tinnitus Week. One in eight people in the
British Tinnitus Association Manifesto Roundtables 2020, kindly hosted by Sir John Hayes MP. A discussion by Carly Sygrove, creator of
‘… a few months back, I decided that I was going to do whatever I wanted to do, without hesitation…What happened? I wasn’t perfect, but I was pretty damn good!’
I felt guilty for feeling sad. I was swallowing down grief in giant gulps, trying to dismiss complex emotions. The pragmatic part of my character knew there were much worse challenges that life could present to me.
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What I have realised is that I appreciate the hearing I have left. And, I pay extra attention to my other senses, as I now rely more on these to interact with the world.