Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Social Exclusion
Social Exclusion The room is full, everyone is talking at once, it seems a foreign language I don't understand. Mumbled nonsense. I try again, concentrating hard. A little better. A little clearer, but still mumbled, jumbled, incomprehensible. Someone makes a point. I smile knowingly, inappropriately. Draw the strange look. Well, I think, welcome to my world. The world of the deaf.
Hobbo's Poems 
Yes. I have a deaf friend. She’s very good at lip reading but it’s jolly hard work in social situations. She’s written a great memoir called “Hearing Maud”. It gave me much greater insight into the challenges of being deaf.
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👍 The memoir sounds helpful. Deafness is one of those hidden disabilities which we don’t often think about.
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My early school years were at a school with intake of both hearing impaired and hearing kids. We learned to lip read. We didn’t learn signing, but that lip reading is darned handy and amusing during a footie game. 😂
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Interesting Misky. I can picture those footy matches! I learned the deaf alphabet because I had an aunt and uncle who were completely deaf. Writing was much easier though! 🙂
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I rather wish I’d learned signing.
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Me too!
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