Accessibility Journey

Photo is of Gary using Video Relay Interpreting at his desk.

A good friend agreed to be my referee for a prestigous Board position recently. It’s not one of those Board positions where you are expected to volunteer your time out of the goodness of your heart. They will actually pay me for my time. A rarity in the disabity area where we are expected to give and keep on giving. But this post is not about that, its about what my friend said when he completed my referee check, “I described you as a pioneer for access to tertiary education for disability ….”

I laughed and made some self-depreciating comment along the lines of, “My invoice is in the mail.” But truth be known I was proud, touched and even a little emotional. You see my journey to education access has been a long one. My friends kind comments gave me pause to reflect. I decided to write about it, as I do. But it is a long story so it will be in two parts. I hope the reader finds my journey to accessibility as interesting as I have..

My Deafness became profound between ages of 9 and 10. It was not a fun time. I was fitted with hearing aids and wouldn’t wear them. Not an uncommon thing for young deaf kids. I couldn’t hear much with them anyway. My academic work suffered. I went from being near top of the class to near the bottom. That is the sort of impact not being able to hear can have.

I had no support in class. I kind of bluffed my way through. Copying friends work. Constantly looking over my shoulder. Trying to work out what to do because I had not heard the teacher. Always in trouble because I could no longer monitor my voice. I couldn’t whipser and still can’t. I was told to be quiet constantly. “TELL KERRIDGE TO SHUT UP.” Dutifully my desk mates would let me know I had that I had been thus told. I came to loathe school.

One day we had music. We sang along to Scotland the Brave. I sang too, following the words from the song book. I was really into it, belting it out at the toop of my voice. Suddenly I became aware that I was the only one singing. I was miles behind everyone. Out of tune too. Everyone was staring. Even the teacher had to stifle a laugh. Comical as it must have been, my humiliation was extreme.

And you  know friends treat you different. They no longer want you on their team. You are always chosen last. And they tease you. They try to make you lipread things wrong. “Are you a girl ….???” – “Are you a poof …???”

Kids are cruel, extremely so. I knew what they were doing and sometimes I would  play along just to see their reaction. Believe me deafness can lead you to lose faith in people very quickly.

You feel stupid. You feel worthless. Your school work comes back with an F. Your maths is all wrong. You dont know what to do when the teacher is explaining games or activities. You just want to curl up and die. It is hard, very hard. This was what school was like for me for four long years.

You try to compensate. You become the bad kid in the class. The negative attention to your behaviour is better than the constant struggle with deafness. You talk all the time so you dont have to talk to people or listen to them. You talk over people and distract everyone. You see, doing all the talking is better than having to listen when you cannot hear.

It was a traumatic time. A horrible time. It came to head in high school, I began to wag school rather than have to confront the evey day struggle of being deaf in a hearing school. I would catch the bus and travel right on past the school. All the way to Elizabeth shopping centre. I was well informed though because I would read the newspaper on the public toilet from start to finish. I did this for fourteen days in a row before the school saw sense to call my mum and ask where I was.

I was in a bad way at the time. I experiencing paranoia. Being deaf in a hearing environment, when you are the only deaf person, is a nightmare for any adolescent. I well recall sitting at the back of the school bus religiously. I did this so that I could see everyone. You see I had this unhealthy fear that people might talk to me or about me. Not being able to hear people caused me paranoia. I feared they were all talking about me and laughing at me. By sitting at the back I could at least see everyone and in this small way my anxiety was lessened.

To cut a long story short my parents decided that I needed extra support and I ended up at the now defunct Centre for Hearing Impaired Children at Strathmont High School. There I received support for the first time since losing my hearing around the age of 9. I was 14 years old. For the first time I met other deaf young people. For the first time I was exposed to sign language. With support from the teachers of the deaf I began to rediscover my academic mojo.

Support at the school was just adequate by todays standards. I mean when I started at the school I could not sign. Interpreting classes was not really an option. But also, looking back, the signing skills of the teachers of the deaf was so poor it was probably a good thing that they did not interpret for me.

Instead they took notes. They would sit next to me me and note the SALIENT points of the class. I emphasise salient because the access that I got to the information was entirely dependent on whether the teacher of the deaf thought it was relevant or not.

So I still missed out on a lot. I missed out on peer learning for example. I missed most of the questions and the answers from the class. All this is important for learning. Still, the note-taking of the teachers was adequate enough for my academic progress to pick up.

I was not then, and am not now, your ideal student. I get bored and distracted easily. My mind drifts. I would have “Can’t be Fucked” days and fake sickness and stay home. I often missed the bus and was late. In short, I did not help myself. In hindsight those teachers did a wonderful job with someone who was often his own worst enemy.

I am grateful for the support that they provided. I have no doubt that without it, and if I had stayed in a mainstream school without support, it is unlikely that I would have succeeded academically at all. I hate to think where I would have ended up given the traumatic experience of school that I had experienced before moving to Strathmont.

The school was a bit of a culture shock really. Deaf kids are so nosey. They gather round you and ask you so many questions. You Deaf?  Your parents Deaf? Brother sister Deaf? How go Deaf? You sign? They never shut up. The thing about these kids that I noticed,. even at that early age, was the gap in their language. Well at least their English language. Their writing was appalling. They didn’t get my jokes. I was used to odd looks when I told jokes but completely blank stares was another thing altogether.

My arrival at the school was not a romantic ever after story but it was the awakening in me for the fight for Deaf rights. I mean I had just come from five years of hell. A hell that no kid should ever have to experience. I was bitter about that. I was witnessing, although I did not know it at the time, language deprivation among deaf kids for the first time.

I was full of questions. Why was their English so bad? Why did the kids from Deaf families, who signed and didn’t speak, have better English than the kids from the hearing families? Surely the reverse should be true? As I learnt to sign I realised that the teachers of the deaf at the school signed terribly and sometimes even struggled to understand the deaf kids. This realisation left me appalled.

I remember soon after leaving school I penned an article for the Parents of Hearing Impaired Children in South Australia. I basically decried the horrendous  signing skills of the teachers. I told the story of the art teacher, a Mr Dumucious, who became a fill-in teacher of the deaf. Jovial guy as he was, he couldn’t even finger spell properly. There was no way he would have been able to support deaf kids in class. Yet there he was, employed as a teacher of the deaf.

I wrote the article because I wanted better opportunities for Deaf kids. It did not go down well at the school. I was the poster boy you see. The first to matriculate from the school or any Centre for Hearing Impaired Children. The principal of the time let me know what he thought of me for writing it. His choice of language was, shall we say, colourful.

My journey to matriculation was not plain sailing either. I left school twice. You see deaf kids were not supposed to be academic. They were supposed to work with their hands and in factories. The world of the Deaf professional was unimaginable. How would they communicate? How would they speak on the phone ? How would they satisfy consumer and client needs? Impossible! Factories and making things or simple admin work were the way to go.

The problem was that I was lousy with my hands. Luckily, perhaps, I was involved in a road accident when I was starting out as a cabinet maker. I had to get lunches for everyone on a colleagues bike. I would cycle to and from the local bakery with lunch orders. One day I foolishly pulled out in front of a motorcycle without looking while turning the corner. I was sent flying and broke my elbow. To this day I cannot straighten out the elbow. That was the end of my quest to make cabinets. I was lousy at it anyway, but at least it set forth a chain of events where I matriculated.

Matriculation brought with it the challenges of university education. This at a time in Australia when support for students with a disability was almost non existent. This is part two of my story – a journey to accessibility.





Up The Garden Path

Oh how I laughed when I first saw this video. It is a brilliant send up of all those emotionally manipulative videos that try to inspire us. You have little kid sitting on mums lap. Either they are turning on his/her hearing aids or their cochlear implant is about to get switched on.  The eyes of young kiddie light up. Mummy says. “I love you” and tears abound. The headline invariably reads, “Child hears I love you for the first time”

And people buy into this you know. They want to believe that miracles do happen. They want to believe that sad, tragic deaf kid has been fixed. Sad tragic deaf kid is now like everyone. NORMAL. They can hear and at that very moment their life just suddenly became enriched and worthwhile. Saved from the tyranny of silence.  How wonderful. Except it isn’t.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not anti-cochlear implant. Many of my friends have implants and love them. Golly, if they break down or are forgotten, for many of my friends this is akin to near death. There are many young people that I have worked with who have done wonderfully well with their implants. They have great language development. They are educated and confident. The implant is a great thing. Australians are rightfully proud that it is an Australian invention.

And we should celebrate this. It is a good thing. BUT – what we should not do is mislead. These videos of kids at switch on time are misleading to the extreme. It never happens like this. Switch on time is just the start of a long and exhausting process to learn how to hear with an implant. It does not happen straight away.

As a friend told me. The switch on is traumatic. It is traumatic because all you hear is noise. I am told that initially it is not pleasant. It is even irritating. For some the sound is so horrible that they burst into tears. For some it is a sound that they can not countenance and they do give up simply because they hate it.

For others it’s just the start of their battle to hear. It takes resilience, patience and hard work. When it works it is fabulous. When it doesn’t it’s frustrating, For some they feel like a failure. Their hopes raised so high and to not be able make good use of their implant after the pain of surgery, it is a very frustrating and traumatic thing.

Some kids grow to hate their implants and do away with them when they are adults. Some are bitter that they were forced to have the implant. I have known some so angry and bitter that they have had surgery to remove the device. As an interpreter friend told me once, switch on time is often one of shock and tears. It is not a time of joy.

For all these reasons videos like the one below are dangerous. They raise unrealistic expectations and, at worst, set people up to fail. They give parents a false hope and do not tell the story of the long hard slog to able to hear using the implant, This is just wrong.

As an advocate for deaf people over many years I have always wanted to ensure that people get accurate information so that they can make informed choices. Nothing offends me more than the hearing world promoting an idea that deafness is a tragedy.

Sure for some it is, especially latter deafened people who must learn to adjust. The onset of deafness can be socially isolating and lead to social withdrawal and severe depression. But Deafness is not always that way and it does not need to be that way. The experience of deafness is varied and for many a very positive thing.

For many years I have witnessed and had to work with language deprived young people who are deaf. I have had to work with language deprived adults as well. I have seen their struggles to be educated, get a job and to be involved in the world on an equal footing. It is a tragedy that really need not happen. It is not for nothing that the late and great Oliver Sacks described deafness as a preventable form of intellectual disability. (With apologies to readers and friends who will find the latter statement upsetting.)

Usually this happens because parents are given false hope that technology and hearing aids will provide all the answer. More often than not this is not the case.

Sure I understand hearing parents wanting their deaf child to be part of their world. I even understand Deaf parents of Deaf kids wanting their Deaf kids to be able to hear as well as they can so that they can be part of both worlds. But to ensure this happens accurate and realistic information needs to be shared. False hopes and media beat ups like the above video need to be avoided.

Recently Deafness Forum Australia, to my immense disappointment, shared such a video on Facebook. For an organisation that represents both Deaf and hard of hearing people to share such a video is unforgivable. Thankfully Deaf people and hearing professionals from all over Australia let them know how appalling it was to share such videos. Deafness Forum sensibly removed the offending video.

That they shared it in the first place tells me that the culture of the organisation is becoming increasingly audist. Indeed their Hearing Health campaign, needed as it is, is nearly all about hearing and prevention of deafness. This is why I am no longer a member, It disappoints me because as an ex-Board member I know that the Deafness Forum of old would never have countenanced sharing misleading information such as the above.

But realising their error they took it down so kudos to them for that. Let us hope that they have learnt their lesson and never again consider sharing such biased and misleading videos that are akin to hearing propaganda.

In closing I share  a comment of a deaf person to the offending video and post from Deafness Forum.

And that is the reality for many! Poor form Deafness Forum, lift your game.

The Power of Opposites

Many years ago, I had a coping mechanism for being deaf. The coping mechanism for being deaf was the power of opposites. This is basically a philosophy that dictates that for everything to exist it needs an opposite. Without an opposite there is almost no way of comprehending anything in life.

Let’s say that if we only had one colour in the world everything would just be a blur. We have different and opposite colours so that we can see properly, see the difference and in this way we are able to make sense of our vision. This is virtually for all our senses and understanding of the world. For large there is small. For fat there is thin. For loud there is quiet. For love there is hate and so on. All these opposites allow us to understand and appreciate meaning and life forces. They assist us to make sense of the world.

Deep, I know. But that was my coping mechanism. You see when you lose your hearing, and I did as a lad, it is devastating. You suddenly must adapt and adjust. Everyone suddenly treats you differently. As a kid friends began to tease me and even avoid me once that I became deaf. Your parents are stressed and worried. You become, suddenly, almost every topic of their conversation. You visit specialists and get hearing aids. Everyone points at your ear and says, “What’s that? You are made to feel different. It’s shit! That’s the best way I can describe it.

So, opposites? Well the opposite of hearing is not hearing. To understand hearing one needs to know what it’s like to not hear. So deaf is the opposite of hearing. All the shades of deafness and all the shades of hearing are necessary for us to be able to understand what hearing is and to comprehend what sound is. There is high and low pitched. There is sweet sound and grating sound. Fundamentally being deaf allows us to know that we actually can hear. My defence mechanism was simply that without me and people like me, hearing people would have no comprehension of hearing. It would just be a cacophony of senseless white noise is what I reckoned. My place in the universe was so that others could hear. I was, therefore, an essential part of existence.

Of course I didn’t think this deeply when I was 8. I was no super genius or anything. But when I entered adolescence, as we do, I began to think more deeply and try to make sense of what had happened to me. A lot of this was because of my dad who was an immensely spiritual and deep-thinking person.

My dad believed in god you see. I don’t. Not as he did anyway. I tend to think there is something out there, something awesome and mysterious. A power, a force – just a something – that led us to what we have today. I don’t know what it is. I don’t think anyone does or will ever know. Something was just there to start with, whatever it was. We humans cannot comprehend this because the opposite of something is nothing. The problem is if we had something there was never nothing. Paradoxically if there was nothing there was never something because something never comes from nothing. This makes no sense, whatsoever, to the human mind.

For my dad there was a god. Not a Christian, an Islamic one or anything really in the traditional sense of man’s concept of gods. For my dad there was far too much order in the world. Way too much order for anything to have just happened randomly.

My father explained his view to me many times. A minute has sixty seconds. Sixty minutes makes an hour. 24 hours makes a day. The earth revolves around the sun in that amount of time. To my dad this was well planned order. He knew that if the earth got slower there would be catastrophe.

Did you know, for example, a slowing down in the earth’s rotation could lead to average temperatures of 35degrees, oceans would expand, land would be lost, crops would be lost and there would be mega storms. Our very survival would be compromised. Indeed we would be in danger of being wiped out.

My dad he was fascinated as to how animals were all so similar. That they had a heart to pump blood, lungs to breathe, organs to break down food and so on. He was fascinated that there was oxygen and that without it or less of it we would die. He was fascinated that there was the right amount of oxygen in the air and that if this changes our very survival is challenged. This, according to my dad, could not just happen randomly. It was something that was designed.

To him there was no doubt that there was an intelligent being or force that created all of this. It could not have just happened, there was too much to chance.

And from my father’s teachings I developed my own philosophy of opposites. This ultimately allowed me as a teenager to come to terms with my deafness. You see these opposites were part of the scheme of things, they were there for a reason. They were not there by chance. They were there so that we could exist and be aware of our very being.

BUT – were these opposites created or were they just a lucky fate of chance? To me that was not the question. Opposites are there so that we know the difference and without them our existence would make no sense. In fact our senses would be in absolute chaos. As a young man that gave me a small reason to understand why it was me that was made deaf. Many times I have cursed the gods for my deafness, and still do, but my little opposites philosophy gave me solace in those moments of anger.

And you know it shaped my philosophy in life. It convinced me that I matter. It convinced me that my purpose in life was more than just being poor little deaf boy. My existence and my deafness was and is vital to our existence.

Look, people with a disability don’t just help people know that they can walk, hear, learn and see – they provide jobs and security to millions. Whether it’s through support or technology, if you take people like myself out of the equation the world will collapse – And not just because nothing will make sense but because millions will be without a job and an income. Believe me you need us in so many ways. We aint no burden buster, we are NEEDED.

And there ends your philosophy lesson for today. I thank my dad for my resilience and my approach to life. I suggest we all take a little page out of his book – Just remember, everything exists for a reason – and yes THAT MEANS YOU!!


The Almost Demise

Last week the Australian Government announced that there would be a new provider for the National Relay Service (NRS). For those not in the know the NRS is the service that allows  people with hearing and speech issues to access the phone through a third person who assists by voicing typed messages and typing voiced messages. There are other nuances of the service too such as assisting people who have speech difficulties be understood over the phone. There is also the Video Relay Service for Auslan users. Let’s not forget SMS relay and the emergency relay service too. No question it is supposed to be a fantastic service. Here is hoping that Concentrix , the new provider, can maintain the lofty standards of old.

I say standards of old because the current NRS is no where near the standard of old. It had become so bad in recent times that one would only ever use it if forced too by absolute need. Wait times were appalling, drop outs occurred and I found myself, more than once, being asked bizarre questions, “Give me an idea of what you will be talking about?” I was once asked. I answered this by saying I am just calling to say I love you. They must have got a shock when I was actually calling on NDIS business. I was once told I could only wait three minutes on hold. I tell you this was rubbish and is apparently not even policy. Imagine phoning Telstra and only being able to be on hold for three minutes? FFS, nothing would ever get fixed.

But yes that is what the NRS had become. A bit of a shambles actually. How sad it is that this is what it has become. I have fond memories of when the NRS started under the old provider, the Australian Communication Exchange, (ACE). ACE set the standard and unfortunately those lofty standards of old were not maintained by the ACE of today. It came as no surprise to me that they did not win the new tender.

But still it is sad … ACE were an institution. They were trend setters. They delivered the initial NRS and they were established and run, at least initially, by Deaf people. They lobbied for, eventually tendered for and won the original NRS tender. They delivered a top quality service where consumers were at the forefront. More importantly, from my point of view, as an employer they employed people with disabilities. True, most of them were deaf but they did not just employ them they provided them with opportunities in management. These people with disabilities led the organisation and because they had walked the talk they ensured that the services that were delivered responded to the needs of the consumers. We are never likely to ever see the likes of it again.

Something unravelled after 2005. I do not know what. I suspect that there was pressure from the Government for change and the leaders at the time stood up to the Government and said NO! They tried to maintain a model that was working well. Why fix what is not broken? In fact, I am told, they had case reserves of some $14 million dollars.

Then change came. The deaf and disabled staff were systematically laid off and replaced, no doubt, by accountants that had no feel for the community. From that point onwards ACE and the NRS, in my view, went down hill to the present shambles that it currently is. I am told that the $14 million cash reserves have been virtually whittled away to nothing.

In 1999 I became manager of an innovative new program. It was Australia’s first ever mentor program for young deaf people. I was charged with developing the service model, setting up the office and recruiting the staff. Unashamedly I wanted it to be like ACE. I wanted people with a disability to be at the forefront. At one stage the program had four full time staff. All who had a disability, including me its manager.

We also had a pool of trained and paid mentors. These were casual staff, 30 of them who were all either deaf or blind. Yes blind, because so successful was the initial program that  the Government expanded it to include young people who were blind as well. ( I am deliberately leaving out terms like hearing impaired, vision impaired etc – just for the narrative. So any sensitive petals out there that like PC terms, do calm down.)

I was proud of the program. It was the first of its kind. Its aims were to provide young people who were deaf or blind with tools for life, We called these Deaf Life Skills or Blind Life Skills. The program was mentioned as best practice at the World Mental Health Conferences for the Deaf in 2000 in Denmark. Like ACE the program was systematically dismantled by Ablebods that thought that they knew better but in reality knew next to nothing.

But still I am proud. It was a program for people with a disability, developed by people with a disability and administered by people with a disability. Not unlike ACE. They were heady days. Like ACE the program is no more. The services we developed are still around but delivered sporadically and with little purpose. A little bit like the original NRS. A world class program destroyed by people who thought that they knew better but ultimately knew very little.

We still have the NRS. We have a new provider. Let’s give them a chance. I am told they have a smaller budget to deliver. I am told there is no consultative committee to hold them to account. I am told that budget cuts will mean the 24/7 service is under threat. With a smaller budget the new provider have to provide, supposedly, what is being provided now. Voice to text, text to voice, Video relay, SMS relay, Voice to Voice relay, captioned relay calls, IP relay calls and the like. No doubt they will have to employ new managers, new relay officers, develop promotions and accessible information. Basically they are starting from scratch with less. And worse, with seemingly no consumer voice or input.

Yup, I am worried. Proof will be in the pudding. Who knows? They may surprise us all. Here is hoping it’s not an Almost Demise


Whats in it for us??

Graphic has a man from the 1950’s pointing to himself with the text – Whats’s in it for me?

Well the election has been and gone. All of us, even the most ardent Coalition voters, were shocked at the result. I mean even the smarmy Sco Mo, who is our new Prime Minister, called it a miracle. The scary thing was the shift to the far right with a 3% swing towards One Nation. An increase in the vote for a racist and Xenophobic party even though its members were caught dealing with the gun lobby in America to get donations. That’s scary indeed. The result is what it is, but what did Deaf and hard of hearing people get out of it.

Well nothing really. Apart from what they are already getting from the NDIS. Depending on who you are the NDIS is either a godsend or the worst since, well ever. But there is no doubt that many Deaf and hard of hearing people are benefitting from the NDIS. It is just not plain sailing for some. And if you are Deaf or hard of hearing and aged over 65 well your net gain from the last election or even the NDIS was zilch.

In Australia Deaf and hard of hearing people are represented by horrendously underfunded advocacy groups. Our national advocacy groups are Deaf Australia and Deafness Forum. Both organisations, never that well funded, had their funding cut by the current Coalition Government. It is not likely that this will change anytime soon.

Given the circumstances these two organisations are doing a very fine job. You may not agree with their approach but with the limited resources that they have they have continued to hammer away.

In recent years, apart from the NDIS, there has been very little net gain for people who are Deaf and hard of hearing. Whether it is access to health, education, theatre, cinemas or general services.

Auslan Stage Left and Sweeney interpreting are giving Auslan users some great access to blockbuster theatre and even some smaller productions. But this is from the efforts of individuals and not the Government. Perhaps the Universal Hearing Screening for babies was a win, but even that was some time ago.

Leaving out the NDIS, the last big-ticket items for Deaf and hard of hearing were probably the National Auslan Booking Service and improvements to JobAccess funding via work place modifications and the Auslan for Employment Scheme.

The latter was initially a bit of a joke as it was a once off $5 000 a year. It is now $6 000 every year. This is still inadequate especially if you are working as a Deaf professional where you must have regular meetings. It is worse if you are in a regional area as it is a flat rate of $6 000 and does not incorporate extra costs for travel.

The National Auslan Booking Service (NABS) has served Deaf Australians well. If you are on the NDIS this will now pay for your private medical appointments where NABS used to.

NABS was a great initiative of the Howard government. The Howard Government should also take great credit for kick starting improvements to JobAccess too. I reckon elements of the old Howard Government were more socialist than even todays Labor Party is supposed to be.

But anyway, these two initiatives seem to have been the last great achievements, barring the NDIS. In the election just gone neither party seemed to be offering anything for disability apart from the NDIS. They both seem to think that the NDIS is enough on its own.

Of course, it is not. There is much that needs to happen including improvements to infrastructure, health, education, services and the like. Neither the Coalition nor the Labor party presented anything much in regards to Deaf, hard of hearing or disability. At least as far as I could see anyway. This is a worry.

This is not helped by our underfunded advocacy groups that are limited in what they can do. Deaf Australia appears to have been most active in the National Relay Service (NRS) space. The NRS continues to disintegrate in both quality and responsiveness. It is not uncommon to be waiting for 10 to 15 minutes for a relay officer and then the whole system just drops out and you must call again. Deaf Australia have also been active in raising issues of problems with the NDIS. We should be thankful for that.

Deafness Forum’s big ticket item has been to promote Hearing Health as one of Australia’s national health priorities. President, David Brady, often appears to be a one-man band. He is on Facebook and social media promoting the hearing health campaign to the hilt. The great thing is that he makes most of his material accessible with both Auslan and captioning. I am not sure what the Deafness Forum CEO does because we only ever hear from Mr Brady.

My praise of Deafness Forum ends there. Sadly, I think their 22 point hearing health campaign is horribly biased. It has a good focus on Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander needs in terms of prevention and health. It has a very heavy focus on hearing, audiology and prevention. Auslan gets a mention,almost as an afterthought, in two points. One to address interpreter shortages and two to address a provision of interpreting for professional services.

I believe the scope of the 22 principles are far too narrow. Issues with health and communication do not end with Auslan. Indeed, most people with a hearing loss do not use Auslan and little focus is given to their communication support needs. It is a truism that at entry point for emergency and mental health that the system lets Deaf and hard of hearing people down badly. No thought is given to communication needs, whether it be through captioning, Auslan interpreting or other technological means.

The danger here is that misdiagnosis will happen. Stress for Deaf and hard of hearing people in hospitals and mental health response areas is enormously high because they do not know what is happening or what is being discussed. Worse, doctors may not get important information for diagnosis. For this reason the area of communication support, in whatever form it may take, is crucial. Deafness Forum have missed the boat on that one.

Further, the heavy focus on hearing has meant many areas that impact on the health of people who are Deaf and hard of hearing have been missed. Communication, language development, family support, access to services, social isolation, employment and so on. These all contribute to the health/wellbeing, or lack of, for people who are Deaf or hard of hearing. None of these areas are addressed in any detail. Hearing health cannot just be about hearing and prevention of hearing loss.

I think Deafness Forum need go back to the drawing board on this one. The focus of their 22 points has missed too much and seems to be largely hoping for a quick fix. I know that it is hard with limited resources but the 22 points presented miss the mark by a long way.

My other big beef with Deafness Forum is that their website screams that hearing loss costs Australia $15 billion a year. Let me say this, without reservation, painting hearing loss as a cost and a burden to Australia does all Deaf and hard of hearing people a grave disservice. Apart from that it is absolute poppycock.

Hearing loss is a thriving industry. It provides employment through technology and services for thousands of people. We have the mighty Cochlear company, wealthy and prosperous. It is one of Australia’s great pride and joys. We have audiologist, speech therapist, teachers of the deaf, technicians, captioners and interpreters who all owe their living to people with a hearing loss. These people provide a return for that $15 billion that is never calculated. They buy houses, cars, food, goods and services that would not be possible if people with a hearing loss did not exist.

More importantly the $15 billion is an investment in Deaf and hard of hearing Australians. It allows them to work, be educated, play and, in short, add value to Australia. The days that we call people with a disability a COST are long gone unless you work for a Murdoch rag.

I implore Deafness Forum to take that rubbish statement down – It is offensive to each and every Deaf and hard of hearing person in Australia. Some may see my criticism as harsh but that’s as I see it. I hope that by raising these points Deafness Forum can rethink how to present our issues so that it is relavent to us and consider the inherent dignity of people who are Deaf and hard of hearing.

So, there we have it. Election 2019 offered nothing for Deaf and hard of hearing Australians. Whatever side of politics you go for this was the case. Our Advocacy groups have worked and campaigned hard with limited resources and for minimal gain. We deserve better. We have three years before the next election, let’s hope it gets better and we can have more wins like NABS and the National Relay Service moving forward.

Don’t hold your breath because if Labor are to be believed the Coalition are the party of CUTS CUTS CUTS – But they all lie don’t they?

Deafness Forum 22 Points Hearing Health  – Click here to read.


Albert Einstein once said that making the same mistake over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. Yet somehow we humans manage it. Especially in the area of deafness where the same old arguments, the same old philosophies and the same old mistakes are made over and over again.

I sometimes just wish that I had never lost my hearing. That I had become a cabinet-maker or a chef. I would love to finish my work, go home and just chill. I sometimes would love to live an existence where I am not made angry by the human race repeatedly discriminating. I sometimes wish it meant nothing to me, that it was something that existed for those others. Alas, this is not the life that I lead.

So once again I got angry. Once again Village Cinemas, this time at Sunshine, treated Deaf and hard of hearing people like garbage. Forty Deaf and hard of hearing patrons turned up last Sunday ( 28 April) to watch the new Avengers movie.

So the 40 excited Deaf and hard of hearing people sat down to watch a movie that had been advertised as open captioned. You can imagine the titles coming up. It being a Marvel movie you can imagine that there were some spectacular special effects just to warm up the audience. KABOOOOOOM, whiz bang … weeeeeeeeeee, ZOOOOOOOOM.

And then the dialogue starts. No captions. FUCK! Let’s wait a little longer and see if it comes on .. NOPE! You can imagine as one 40 patrons leaving the cinema to confront the manager. Confront the manager they did and I am told they got a meek apology and that was it. No offer of rescheduling, no offer of free tickets – NOTHING.

That’s 40 people. You can imagine a fair few kids among them. Disappointed and their afternoon, indeed their whole weekend, ruined. All because some clown couldn’t be bothered, didnt know how or simply did not want to turn on the captions.

I wasn’t there. Maybe I should just turn a blind eye. Maybe I should just laugh it off as just another idyosycrancy of those daft hearing people. No! It pisses me off. I feel the anger of those that attended as if I was there myself. Well done Village Road Show… Not only do you make people suffer Craptiview but the one chance you get to do it right with open captions you screw it up.

And then their was this. – “Your baby’s brain needs sound right away in order to be activated.”  – ” followed by this – ” Good hearing – a clear pathway through the ears to the brain – is important for speech, language, and reading development. You don’t want your baby to miss out on the sounds and spoken language that surround them. Hearing is your baby’s connection to the everyday sounds of talking, singing, and reading. These are the building blocks for learning to listen and talk and doing well in school. ” (Taken from: CLICK HERE )

But worse was to follow: – ” If a child has an undiagnosed hearing loss during the first few months of life, they miss this window of opportunity to naturally be hearing and learning the sounds of speech, even though they’re not saying any of those sounds back.
Dr. Patti Martin

Let me say this now. Hearing is good. It’s a useful tool. For a start it means when you grow up the arseholes from Village Cinema wont screw up your afternoon at the cinema. You wont have to worry about no interpreters or ever being discriminated against. It is all good.

But does it activate your brain? NO! Well it does, but is it the only thing to activate your brain, NO! Will not hearing your mummy or daddy sing or talk turn you into this soulless thing with an inactive brain? NO! I just wish these people who put out this ridiculous and inaccurate information would stop it. They do more harm than good.

When professionals distribute this crap parents take their word as god. The information is false. Babies do not need to hear they need to communicate. Whether that is by hearing or signing it does not matter. But it is a truism that they need to communicate a lot and be able to participate and be involved to develop their brain and language. Hearing alone is often not enough.

But anyway the great linguist Noam Chomsky recounts a story about deaf kids. As the story goes there were these deaf kids who had received no exposure to sign language. Their spoken language was extremely limited. These kids were left alone to play. It was found that over time that they had actually developed their own sign language. And this sign language was so developmentally sophisticated that their communication with each other was actually age appropriate.  Perhaps only they could understand each other but this language allowed them to communicate at a level that other developmentally normal kids of their age could.

There is a similar story of deaf people in Nicaragua. Apparently deaf people in this country had been separated from each other and had limited exposure to each other. There were several failed attempts to teach them spoken languages that just led to horrifically delayed language.

I am not sure how it happened but somehow a few deaf of Nicaragua were allowed to mingle and socialise on a limited basis. Over a period of time these people developed their own sign language. Researchers were later to find that this sign language had complex grammar and rules similar to other sign languages.

And then there is Bellugi, an American linguist. She did comprehensive research into the areas that the brain uses to process language. She found that sign languages and spoken languages are processed in the same parts of the brain . Apparently when the Wernicke’s area of the brain is damaged it causes deficits in both sign and spoken language. The Boca area of the brain is activated when people are either speaking or signing. Language is language whether it is signed or spoken.

What I am trying to say is that the brain is not activated by hearing. It probably isn’t just activated by using sign language either. From what I can tell, from my limited study, it is human interaction that activates the language brain.

Even in the absence of any language it has been proven that people begin to communicate and develop their own language.  This can be seen from the young deaf kids left alone and the deaf people from Nicaragua. And this language is not just gestures, its sophisticated with its own rules and grammar.

So what do we conclude? We conclude that interaction and communication is what activates the brain and leads to language development. Whether this is sign or hearing is not the point. Human interaction is the key. We also know that often when deaf kids are expected to get by with limited hearing it impedes their language, education and human development. Simply because they miss too much and are isolated. It is time to acknowledge this as fact.

But still professionals make the same old mistakes. They insist that deaf kids MUST HEAR! It’s rubbish and it’s time that we cracked down on this misinformation because it is doing more harm than good.

And that’s why I get angry. I am just fed up with Deaf and hard of hearing people being screwed around – CONSTANTLY!

“A language is not just words. It’s a culture, a tradition, a unification of a community, a whole history that creates what a community is. It’s all embodied in a language.”

Noam Chomsky



Get Seekered!!

I watched Special on Netflix last week. It stars Ryan Connell, an actor who has cerebral palsy. I only watched a few episodes mind you. It was recommended to me. It is about a guy with “MILD” cerebral palsy. He is also gay. Might have been Jewish as well. Reminded me of the old Sammi Davis Jnr joke when asked his golf handicap, “.. I’ve got three – I’m blind, I’m black and I’m Jewish.”

But Special was a bit twee for me. A wee bit Brady Bunchish.  That’s despite the rather explicit sex scenes and the swearing. That said it was an interesting examination of society and its attitudes towards people with a disability. It was also an interesting examination of how people with a disability view themselves. The awkwardness, the worry of what the Ablebods will think of us. What’s gonna happen when we have sex? Our own inherent Abelism, Says the star of the show, and often, ” … I’ve got CP but it is only mild though.”, as if by saying so the Ablebods will see him as more normal and accept him.

The exploration of sex interested me most. It was a very explicit examination of how the physical disability can “get in the way” of sex. The lack of coordination, perhaps the inability to control saliva, limited mobility and so on. Naturally this makes the disabled person extremely self conscious. I well recall when I started to explore sex. The worries of what people would think of my hearing aids and whether the hearing aids would whistle and so on. Looking back, absolutely trivial compared to the challenges of a person with severe (for want of a better word) physical disabilities.

Using a sex worker is something a person with a disability might do to satisfy their sexual needs. Completely understandable. The show did not shy away from this. Then there was the compassion and patience shown by the sex worker to our star as he loses his virginity.

Yeah it was man to man anal sex and our star proclaims something like “Anal sex is divine…” or words to that effect. It was confronting because our stars limited mobility meant that adjustments needed to be made. I am sure this is hellishly embarrassing for the person with a physical disability, but thats life. This is part of the reason the show is so great. It provides us with an insight and understanding of these challenges in a human and empathetic way. But yeah, the show was a bit twee, little bit too wholesome and mushy for me. 😀

But you know the star of our show wasn’t a person with a disability. Well he actually was but in today’s brave new world he isn’t.

You see there is a new train of thought that believes that being disabled is offensive. The word disabled is now up there with words like Nigger as being offensive and needs to be done away with. No more using the word disabled please … Those days are over, finished. DO NOT INSULT US – for we are Access Inclusion Seekers. Don’t believe me well click on the link below –


Yup, we are now either Aised or we are Seekered. I kind of like Seekered. You know there is too much to play with on Aised. Can you imagine. “Im not Aised” or ” I cant be Aised”. It would get way too silly.

Seekered has a lovely ring to it. I am Seekered. It makes me feel real, like people are looking out for me. I feel really accepted being Seekered. Way, way better than that old negative DISABLED. That term DISABLED and all of its negativity, I want no more to do with it. Out with the old and in with the new for I am Seekered.

Think about it. With this new term we will need to change the name of the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS). It won’t make sense now that we are Access Inclusion Seekers. No siree! The new name will be a mouthful. Think about it, The National Access Inclusion Seekers Insurance Scheme. Yup, NAISIS. That looks kind of wrong. Something that Fraser Anning would be all over. It’s either that or we come up with a complete new name and brand for the NDIS that incorporates Access, Inclusion and Seeking. Cannot be too hard, I am sure.

But yes, I jest. Regular readers of The Rebuttal will know my pet hate is the never ending quest to find a nice way to label us Disableds. The Height Challenged, Voice Impaired, the Differently Abled and so on and so on.

I always hope, beyond hope, that we are over it. But sadly not. That people will actually come up with a tongue twister like Access Inclusion Seekers and others will take it seriously tells us that society has such a long, long way to go before it’s comfortable and accepting of people with a disability.

For me I prefer the message of Special. It just tells it as it is. It accepts that disability is there. It sees the disability and the person. It sees the challenges and the adjustments and just accepts them for what they are. In recognising the different way that a person with a disability lives their life society can then design itself so that the world is better designed for people with a disability. In short.

Will people please get over it and focus on what matters. An Access Inclusion World – Make the world take responsibility instead of just us the Seekered. Sorry, I mean the disabled. One can but dream.

In the mean time the fools that come up with these ridiculous terms. Well, they can go and get SEEKERED … Make of that what you will.