“I don’t hear very well.” This is what Iād been saying since I discovered, age 13, that I didnāt hear very well. āI donāt hear very well.ā My hearing was checked, I was given the verdict āyeah, so you have some hearing loss, weāre going to give you hearing aidsā, and sent to an audiologist to be fitted. They took some measurements, filled my ears with pink stuff, and next time I went there I left with a rather big pair of skin-coloured inside-the-ear aids.
They felt uncomfortable, I could hear background noise, the world was too loud, and girls at school made fun of me. I wore them two days, maybe three, then put them back in their box, never to be taken out again. I decided that it wasnāt that bad after all to ānot hear very wellā, and that I would cope.
And I did, for the next 25 years.

In 2012, after a couple of years of āgetting thereā, I finally decided to get fitted again. My brother had got hearing aids a few years before and what he told me of the process and the changes in his life really encouraged me. (We have similar hearing loss, hereditary.) I shared some of my thoughts on my blog right after getting my hearing aids (āA Week With My Superpowerā) and a month or so later (āMore About Hearing Aidsā¦ā).
Nearly two years later, my hearing aids are part of my life, and I wonder why I waited so long. I still end up saying āI donāt hear very wellā every now and again, but now I can add āIām not wearing my hearing aids just now,ā or “Even with hearing aids, I don’t hear as well as you.” The impact is different!