I mean it's been three years after all, and if I were him, I'd probably have pushed me off a bridge at this point.
He's normal, has perfect hearing; has two ears that function just as they should for a 24-year-old adult.
" So here I am with this amazing guy, three years into dating, and just about every morning in the car my hearing is an obstacle. My Jeep's small engine hums softly, and while during the course of our conversation I may miss a few things here-and-there, by the time I drop him off at work it's been an all-around pleasant trip.
Anyone with hearing loss can tell you how difficult it is to converse with others, how self-defeating, physically exhausting and excruciatingly painful it is to carry on a normal 15-minute conversation without issue.
The songs birds sing in the early morning are voiceless, sports whistles are silently mocking pieces of plastic, whistling is no longer a trick I am capable of (who know this would go as my hearing did?
), and in short, the list of things I can actually hear is far shorter than the list of things I cannot.
I've dated the most amazing guy for about three years now, and we still have issues with my hearing, on a weekly, if not daily basis.
He does his best to be patient, but in all honesty, I can't really blame him for sometimes getting frustrated and just giving up.
He has no hearing loss, and there is no indication that he will ever suffer from any in the future. " are the two most commonly used phrases in my vocabulary.I on the other hand, hear just slightly better than my now 54-year-old father without his hearing aids, and well, let's just say that isn't very well at all. I'd say they both get used at least 10 times a day.