My husband is in denial. He needs a hearing aid. Having spent most of his working life as a guitarist in noisy rock and blues bands, this is hardly surprising. When I say he’s in denial, that means he’s in denial of needing the hearing aid – he’s quite aware he’s ‘losing frequencies’.
The constant ‘Eh?’ making me repeat my last sentence has begun to wear, and recently rather than repeat the sentence slightly louder and slower, and not without obvious irritation, I’ve responded with silence, and it turns out he often has heard, and repeats the ‘missed’ sentence himself. Is there such a thing as lazy hearing, I wonder? Or is it ten-years-married syndrome, where everything his wife had to say of any consequence, has probably already been said?
A few weeks ago, he received one of those phone calls, not for PIP, but for claiming off old employers for work-related hearing loss. Not really practical to sue every drummer he ever stood in front of, or every landlord who ever booked him on a gig. It did lead to a hearing test though, which proved he needed an aid.
‘You could get a hidden one,’ I urged. ‘You see them advertised all the time.’ Either he didn’t hear or he chose to ignore that.