Betty White's enjoyable autobiography
If You Ask Me (And Of Course You Won't) is a collection of snippets about her life, career, friends, and family. When I first read this book in May, I
shared a quote from it on my Hearing Sparks blog that I wanted to reproduce here.
Okay, so you get your glasses and everyone is extremely supportive. "Oh,
those are very pretty." "Those glasses look great on you!" Et cetera,
et cetera.
Somehow it's a different story when your hearing starts to go. People
can even seem a little annoyed when you say "What?" too many times.
They'll repeat themselves, but frequently without making it one jot
clearer or louder. You find you need to see faces. If someone turns away
while still talking, you realize how much lip-reading you'd been doing
without realizing it.
I can remember accusing my dad of selective hearing - hearing only what
he wanted to hear. Shame on me. That was before I learned how isolated
one can feel when she misses a key remark and loses track of the
conversation but is loath to admit it.
My father never enjoyed parties and avoided them whenever possible. He
always said he couldn't hear anybody in a crowd. I always thought it was
because he just didn't like parties. But now I understand.
Cocktail-party small talk may not be much worth hearing, but it's tough
when you can't hear it at all.
Sorry, Daddy, for this late apology - now I understand.
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