Personal Hearing Aid Cleaning Kits

The Complete Hearing Aid Accessory Kit
I would like to send home small personal hearing aid cleaning kits for some of my deaf and hard of hearing students. I might also make and give a small book explaining in simple terms how to care for and clean hearing aids.

I don't think some parents or family members understand how important it is to be diligent about cleaning hearing aids (picking out and wiping off sticky ear wax on ear molds and in tubes). Children tend to produce a lot of ear wax and will constantly need to clean the tubes and ear molds of their hearing aids. In addition, ear molds that are cleaned consistently will last longer.

I will ask the school district if they can provide more hearing aid cleaning kits. If not, I will have to put together the kits using my own money. I was wondering if there are any places or people I can contact who can help provide the materials typically used for cleaning hearing aids at a low cost. Or maybe there are some organizations willing to provide some of the materials for free, which would be really great. If you know of any organizations, let me know.

I would like to include in the kit:

- Hearing aid cleaning wipes.

- Wax removal pick and brush.

- Hearing aid tubes (if hearing aid uses standard size)

These are the only materials or tools that I think would be absolutely necessary. Please let me know if you think I left anything out that would be useful.

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Using Doremi Captiview

Found a neat YouTube Channel: DeafTechNews. They have many videos discussing technology that would be useful for deaf and hard of hearing individuals, while offering suggestions on how to utilize them.

This video shows us how the Doremi Captiview is used to provide captions for movies in the theater.



I really liked how they showed us how to use it step by step and how it actually works in the theater. Very interesting.

But, personally, I probably would not enjoy using it. It would help, I suppose, but I prefer to be free of gadgets when watching a movie. 

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Thanks Pa

Green apple
From Flickr
Today was especially stressful.

There are so many different issues and problems happening all at once.

There were a few times that I wanted to drop everything, get in my car, and drive far away.

This feeling came to me when I was about to sit down and hurriedly eat my lunch in my car, which can be really depressing.

I picked up a small green apple. It was warm from sitting in my lunch bag in the car. I bit into the crisp tart skin and relished in its crunchy juicy flesh. It was delicious. I was instantly brought back to the summers I spent at my grandfather's apple orchard as a child. I smiled as I remembered helping him pick the various apples in his large orchard. I loved that I could pick an apple straight off of a tree and eat it right then and there; its skin gently warmed by the sun. Even though Pa died several years ago, it felt as if he was there with me, telling me that all I have to do is sit there and enjoy the apple and know that everything will be okay.

It is funny how little things can bring you back and instantly change your mood.

Thanks Pa.
 

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Great Post By a Teacher of the Deaf and Hard of Hearing!

Gary, from Follow Your Bliss, wrote a great post about his role as a Teacher of the Deaf and Hard of Hearing.

Below is a portion of his post:

I am a teacher of the deaf and hard of hearing. I am not a sign language interpreter. Over the years I have encountered those who are confused about the difference between the two professions. This has happened in both my professional and personal life. For folks unfamiliar with issues related to deaf culture or deaf education using the terms interchangeably is certainly understandable. Yet, the two call for distinct qualifications, demands and experience. They do not have to be mutually exclusive but the path towards certification in each is not the same.

My role as a teacher is similar to that of any other educator, only I use American Sign Language (ASL).  
Read more . . .
 
I encourage you to visit his blog. He sounds like a wonderful teacher and his students are super lucky to have him. :)
 
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Disciplining a Child For Communicating

Let's say you have a young student, who has a pretty significant hearing loss in addition to other special needs. She is just learning to talk and use language, which she unfortunately was deprived of for the first six years of her life.

When she needs to go to the bathroom, instead of using the appropriate terms for bathroom she may say, "Piss." or "Poop."

What do you do?

Well, I can tell you from my training and experience, you should not discipline the child or tell her not to use those terms. Instead you can say or sign, "Oh, you need to use the restroom? Okay. Let's go to the restroom." And you keep doing this over and over again until she starts to model your language. Ideally, that is how it should be done.

In my opinion, it is not a good idea to keep a child who is language and/or speech delayed from communicating. You have to try to put yourself in the child's position. This girl, who did not have any type of language for a huge portion of her young life, may not understand why saying "piss" or "poop" is not appropriate to use while in school. It would probably change things if you learned that these were the only words she used in the first six years of her life to let others know that she needs to use the bathroom. When a child is just learning to speak, sign, or use language, the last thing we need to do is punish him or her for trying to communicate.

Sometimes it is worthwhile to think before you are quick to discipline or dismiss a child for saying inappropriate things. Depending on how well they can comprehend language, sometimes it just takes a simple explanation as to why what they are doing is inappropriate.

But, if the student or child knows and fully understands why what they are doing is wrong or hurtful, then by all means discipline them!

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CODA Brothers Hilarious Interpretation of Poison Song

Work has been crazy stressful and emotionally taxing. I needed to laugh and watch something silly. So, I watched the CODA Brothers' video of their funny interpretation of Poison's 'Every Rose Has Its Thorn'. I have watched this several times before, and every time it cracks me up. I don't know why this makes me laugh. Maybe it's their facial expressions, the sounds they make, the way they sign, how they try to look so serious. I love it when they laugh or lose control.

I hope you enjoy this.


Transcript of the song (from Sing365):

We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

Chorus:

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does

I listen to her favourite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could let you know somehow

I guess

Chorus

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar will remain

Solo

I know I could saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
and now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

I guess

Chorus

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Why Does This Bother Me So Much? What's the Big Deal?

Anonymous wrote, in my previous blog entry:

I don't get it... why does this bother you so much. There are so much more things to worry about than trying to get swear words to show up on the screen. The world is bad enough already as it is... focus your time, energy and efforts on something that would change the world for the better rather than some crude measely words that aren't showing up on the screen.

Good question. Why does this bother me so much? Yes, there are millions of other things I could be focusing my time and energy on that could possibly change the world for better. Yes. The world is bad enough as it is. True.

Let me explain.
  • It bothers me because it is personal. I enjoy watching the show Breaking Bad and I rely on closed captions to help me follow what it being said. I don't like looking at several words with dashes in them, like h---, b---, b------, G--, J-----, s---- when I am trying to follow what is going on. But, that is not the point. What bothers me is that they are only censoring the captions, not when it is spoken. I would not care if the spoken version was censored too. It may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me.
  • It should not matter what I complain about or choose to spend my time making a big fuss about. If there are things you are worried about and would like to see change, then by all means do something about it! That's what I am doing. I see something that upsets me and I want to see something done about it.
  • Obviously you do not follow my blog if you think I don't spend my time, energy, and focus on other important things. I am an itinerant teacher of deaf and hard of hearing students mainstreamed in public schools. I spend five days a week, 9-10 hours a day, fighting for my students and educating teachers, administrators, and parents about the various problems and issues these students come across daily. I make sure they have their accommodations. I make sure that they are included and given the same opportunities as everyone else to fully participate in class and outside of class. I have to constantly remind teachers not to cover their mouths when speaking, not to seat the student in the noisiest part of the room, not to ignore the fact that the student's hearing aid stopped working or that their FM system stopped working, not to dismiss my students' feelings of frustrations because "It shouldn't be a big deal." and etc., etc. etc. I am constantly fighting for these students. I have dealt with teachers who did not think it was a big deal that they could not provide closed captions or subtitles for my severely deaf student when she showed movies in class because a) She was not going to grade or test the student on the material shown in the videos, because it was just for fun. And b) "It wasn't a big deal. The student seems fine with it." I provide the students and their families loads of information they can use and insight of what it is like to be hard of hearing. I help families find places where they can get hearing related services for free or at discounted prices. With my own money, I bought some students hearing aid batteries to last them for six months when their families were going through tough times financially. My shoulder gets cried on at least once a week. I sit and let people unload their frustrations on me just about everyday. I recycle. I take care of a cat that lives on the street. I spend time with my family and friends as much as I can. There are a number of other things I do to try to make this world a better place for someone, and one of them happens to be to make sure television shows and movies provide quality closed captions that caption everything that can be heard, even if they are swear words.
  • Some of the words they censor are not what I would consider to be swear words such as "balls" or "fiddlesticks", which I think is ridiculous and worth getting upset over.
  • I have a lot of energy and somehow I find the time to blog about things that I am passionate about, things I am concerned about, and things I wonder about.
  • If no one talks about things that upsets them, nothing will get changed. If we can somehow convince one network not to heavily censor only the words found in closed captions, it would make a difference. If anything, I am raising awareness about the importance of providing quality closed captions.
  • It is a great learning experience. I am learning about who to contact, how to do it, what to do to raise awareness about issues I care about. Maybe this will be great training for when I try to tackle even tougher issues like getting more movie theaters to provide open captions or subtitles for newly released movies.
  • If nothing comes of it, at least I can say I tried. I stood up for what I believed in, regardless of what others say, even if it seems meaningless to some.
Hope this explains it.

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Using a Cochlear Implant: Rush Limbaugh Describes What it is Like for Him

To those of you who don't know, Rush Limbaugh, a popular political conservative commentator, lost a significant amount of his hearing in 2001 and received a cochlear implant device. 

I found on The Rush Limbaugh Show a transcript from his radio show where Mr. Limbaugh describes to a caller in detail what it is like for him to use the cochlear implant. It is very interesting and I have never heard anyone talk about how their cochlear implant works for them as frankly and honestly as Mr. Limbaugh. He also talks about his hearing loss. Even if you hate him or disagree with many of his opinions, you can't deny that this is fascinating stuff.

Here is a portion of the transcript:

RUSH: I have a cochlear implant. It doesn't have nearly the sensitivity of the human ear, it's not even close.

CALLER: I was just wondering.

RUSH: Like violins or strings sound like fingernails on a chalkboard to me.

CALLER: Oh, well, I was just wondering.

RUSH: What I have to do, I can still listen to music, but it has to be music that I knew and that I've heard before I lost my hearing. And what happens is that my brain, fertile mind, provides the melody. I actually am not hearing the melody, and the way I can prove this to you, sometimes it will take me, even a song that I know, it will take me 30 seconds to identify it if I don't know what it is. Now, if I'm playing a song off iTunes and the title is there and it starts then I can spot it from the middle, but if I'm listening to a song from the beginning, and I don't know what it is, it sometimes can take me 30 seconds to recognize it, if I knew it before. But the quality of music that I hear is less than AM radio, in terms of fidelity. I can turn the bass up on an amplifier and I don't hear any difference at all. I can feel the floor vibrate, but I don't hear any more bass. I can turn highs up and I can hear the difference in the highs, but on the low end I actually cannot -- (interruption) I'm getting a note here that says: "You're not missing anything. There aren't any melodies in music today." (laughing) At any rate, you adapt to it. I've adapted.

The worst part of my hearing is being in a crowd. Like right now, I hear myself as well as I heard myself when I could hear. If I'm talking to one other person in a quiet room I can comprehend 90-95% of what they say depending on how fast they're speaking. There are some words that sound alike. But you add room noise, like if Kathryn and I are watching TV and she wants to talk to me about what we're watching, I have to hit pause or the mute 'cause I cannot hear what she's saying. Even if she's sitting two feet away I will not hear as long as there are other noises there. Any room noise when added to other room noise is gonna be louder than the one voice that I'm trying to hear. I've got the implant on my left side so if we go out in a public place, anybody on my right side, it's hopeless. I'll have to literally turn to them, and sometimes as I turn to them they turn with me. They don't know what I'm doing so we'll do pirouettes 'til I finally say, "No, you stay where you are. I'm trying to position my ear so I can hear you."

My favorite part:

RUSH: Look, folks, don't get the wrong idea. Having a cochlear implant has a lot of positives. I was out playing golf the other day with a bunch of guys, and there was a loudmouth crow in a palm tree right on the tee box, no more than ten feet above us. The thing was cawing like crazy. You just wanted to grab something and throw it at the damn bird to shut up, and it was screwing everybody's tee shots off. I mean, you can't concentrate. The guys would swing and right at the moment of impact, "CAWWW!" and you could just see the effect.

All I did was take my implant off, gently place it on the ground, and total silence. No distractions whatsoever. However, I do have tinnitus (some people say tinn-i-tus) in my right ear -- which, in my case, I constantly hear Gregorian chants. That's the noise in my right ear, but I've got so used to it I don't hear it unless I stop to focus on it, but it's always there. I always think I'm in touch with God. Gregorian chants are constantly going off in my right ear.

To read more of this transcript click here.

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Don't Forget to Say "Thank You"

No one likes to be criticized or told that they are doing a terrible job. It is a no brainer that people respond better to positive feedback or when they are told "thank you".

I have been thinking about how I have complained or criticized certain companies for not providing a good service or product, especially when it comes to providing services for the deaf and hard of hearing population. However, when they actually did listen to my concerns and tried to help me, I always remember to thank them. I think this is so important. The more positive feedback and "thank yous" companies get about the services they provide to the deaf and hard of hearing population, the more likely they will use them again or be encouraged to find other ways they can serve them.

Think about the times you have received a thank you letter or had someone tell you "thank you" (not the perfunctory ones). Think about how it made you feel.

A long time ago, I received a hand written "Thank You" note from a parent. I was impressed. I could not believe that they took the time to write me a hand written thank you note. It made me realized how much I helped them by giving them unbiased information about language acquisition and using sign language with their infant. Because of this, I was encouraged to work harder in supporting this family and their child.

When I was criticized repeatedly and not provided any positive feedback or suggestions, I became discouraged and wanted to stop.

If there is a company or person who were able to help you in some way, don't forget to thank them!

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I Tried Wireless Head Phones at the Movies (Listening Device for Deaf & Hard of Hearing)

I saw The Help yesterday with my mother and sister at a movie theater near me. The theater was packed! It has been a long time since I have seen so many movie goers in one day.

I was happy to see that the movie theater had new listening devices for the deaf and hard of hearing. They actually listened to my complaints about their previous defective head phones and listening devices. I am sure I was not the only one who complained. Their new head phones were easy to use. I liked how they were wireless and had a volume control dial that I could use to adjust the sounds to my liking. It blocked out a lot of the background noises in the movie theater and helped make the dialogue clear and easier to understand. Of course I missed a few things here and there, but I suppose it was better than nothing.

The movie was REALLY GOOD! I highly recommend it. I cried at some parts (and movies usually don't make me cry).

The only thing I did not like about using the head phones is that I apparently missed out on some serious sobbing in the audience and people calling out to the movie. My mother asked if we heard the woman hysterically crying behind us and the woman who gasped in the movie and yelled out "Oh no!" during a scene in the movie. I did not hear any of these things. It is great that the head phones blocked out all of the sounds in the theater which can be annoying or distracting. They would be great for blocking out annoying people who like to talk during the movie. However, I could not help but feel left out when my sister and mother laughed as they talked about the people in the movie theater.

I looked to see if they had any movie theaters showing The Help with Open Captions (captions on screen, like subtitles). There were no movie theaters in the area that were showing this movie with Open Captions according to CaptionFish. One movie theater, far away, provided CaptiView (which I had an unsuccessful experience with). This made me sad. What if you did not like or were unable to use the listening devices or captioning devices provided by the theater? Not having the availability of captioned or subtitled movies makes it hard for deaf and hard of hearing people to see any movie at any time, which people with typical hearing take for granted. I don't think it is fair for some people to miss out on a fun event of seeing a newly released movie with the local community.

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What I Realized From My Very First Time Teaching in a Classroom

It took me a while to get to where I am right now, a full time itinerant teacher within a public school system. Before, I worked in an art store and dabbled in the arts. I was not sure about what I wanted to do. I had fun working there and volunteering my time at various places (museums, schools, events, charities, etc.), but I felt like there was something wrong with me because I did not have a career, even though it had been a few years since I graduated from college. I had a hard time finding full time work in the field of art and history. I started to regret my decision of getting a bachelor's degree in art history. I felt even worse that I was still living with my parents at the time, which American society seem to look down on. It was not like I was being lazy. I was not too dependent on them, I just liked hanging out with my parents and family. I would have been crazy to have left immediately trying to  be on my own in some crappy apartment somewhere, alone. Besides, it gave me the opportunity to really get to know my parents and save tons of money, which helped me out big time in the future.

So, here I was, feeling like a loser and unimportant, because I was not out on my own with a successful full time job that paid me lots of money. In addition, some people made it known that I was even more of a loser because I still lived with my parents. But, all I could do was continue to look for more meaningful work elsewhere and volunteer at various places, while I had fun being with my friends and family.

When I started volunteering in various classrooms and at schools, I discovered that I liked teaching and working with children. However, I was appalled by how many of the classes I worked in were managed. I was depressed by the boring repetitive activities the students were demanded to do in some classes while their teachers barked orders and did most of the talking. But, I still had some interest in teaching or working in an educational environment.

One day, a friend of my brother's recommended me for a summer job at a prestigious private school. She, being a teacher herself, taught art classes to elementary aged children during the summer at their summer camp. She was unable to work that summer and asked me to fill in for her. Somehow she convinced them to hire me, even though I hardly had any experience teaching art or teaching an entire class. I was supposed to start teaching in less than two weeks. I was going to teach painting & drawing and architecture. I was excited. I thought, "This will be so easy and fun. Everyone loves art. This will be a breeze."

Right.

On the first day, I stood in the classroom and waited for all 25 or so students to find their seats. I had some activities planned that I could not wait to share with them. The students were pretty quiet as they sat there and stared at me. As soon as I opened my mouth, I quickly learned that I had no idea what I was doing. I started to panic. Most of the kids looked bored already. One student kept talking while I talked, another threw a paper ball at me, while many others looked like they were in their own worlds. A student openly told me that he did not like the activity I had planned for them, which was to sketch their dream house that they would like to build, using a piece of paper and a pencil. He protested, "This is boring. Why are we doing this?" I just ignored him and kept nervously talking about architecture as I walked around looking at what everyone was sketching. He was right, this was boring, and it had only been 5 minutes, we had 45 more minutes to go. I just told everyone that when they are done, we can have "free time", meaning they can do whatever they want. I made the error of not telling them that they need to do this quietly. All hell broke loose when just about everyone decided that they were finished with their sketches and ready for free time. I lost control of the class. They were loud and all over the place. No one would listen to my pleas, "Be quiet!" "No! Don't touch that!" "Put that down!" "Aargh, why is there glue all over the sink?!"

There were a few nice students who sat quietly and continued to work on their sketches. Bless their little hearts. But, they were lost in the midst of chaos and I did not have time to pay attention to these dear souls.

My first day was horrible. I was exhausted at the end of the day. I decided right then and there that I never will be a classroom teacher. I thought I was insane for entertaining the thought of becoming a teacher. But, I did not want to quit, I could use the money.

The next week was total chaos. No one was eagerly participating in my planned lessons and activities. No one would listen to my stories and my knowledge of art and art history, particularly Egyptian and South African art.

The other teachers shook their heads at me and laughed. They gave me suggestions and offered their help and told me that the first time teaching is the hardest. I felt so stupid and useless. If I can't teach, what am I supposed to do now?

I had to come up with something fast.

The next day, when the students came piling in for my architecture class, boisterous and loud, I just stood there and smiled at them trying to remain calm. Some gave me weird looks and then they became quiet once they got to their tables and seats. "What is this?" a student asked pointing at the piles of materials on the table. I said, "If you would like to know, it would be best for you to sit down and listen to me talk, and I think you would be very interested in what I have to say." Intrigued, the students sat down and looked at me. Some were whispering to each other, but I ignored them. I was so excited, I tried not to smile at the fact that it seemed to be working. But, I knew I had to act fast before the moment was gone.

I told them that they will be responsible for designing and making their own buildings using any of the materials they see on their tables. The only rule is that they can be no wider than a piece of cardboard I held up (I believe it was "8x10"). But they can be as tall as they like them to be. I pointed to the different pictures of buildings and structures I had hanging up all over the room. I told them that they could base their creations on the buildings in the pictures. I could not believe that they were listening to me and being quiet. Then, they started asking questions, "Can we work in a group?" "Do you have any pictures of the Eiffel Tower?" "Can we bring our own materials?" "How long do we have?"

I told them that it was going to an ongoing project and that it can go on until the last day of class, if they wish. I made a point of letting them know that it was up to them to make most of the decisions of how the buildings will look and how they will present them.

They went to work immediately. I couldn't believe it.

Throughout the rest of the summer camp art classes, I gave my architecture students small projects, if they wish to take a break from their main project. The best one was when I asked them to create buildings out of sugar cubes. The buildings could be no bigger than an index card, but could be as tall as they want it to be. Some worked in groups, while others worked on their own. I could not believe some of the buildings they made out of sugar cubes and glue! One group of boys (ages 8, 10, and 10) recreated the Empire State building out of sugar cubes. It looked exactly like the building. They did this all on their own, all I provided was a toothpick that they could put on top for the needle. It was amazing. On that day I learned that sometimes we don't give children enough credit.

For my painting and drawing class, I gave them an ongoing project where they could take some of my old clothing I provided them and turn them into new designs. The only rule was that they had to incorporate some painting or drawing in the designs. I gave them an old shirt, jean jacket, pants, and a hat. One boy complained and said that designing clothes was for "sissies". I told him that he could do something else. But, when he saw the other boys having fun turning my jean jacket into "punk rock" wear, he decided to join in and help complete my designs. Really, the reason why many of them were so motivated to recreate my clothes was because I told them that if they finished in time, I would wear the clothes and give them a fashion show. They LOVED this idea. Again, I was amazed at the skills some of these students had! Even though some of the clothes were ridiculous and hideous, I wore them with pride on the last day.

So, what did I learn? Students are creative and willing to do things that they are interested in and have some control of. Everything changed as soon as I gave them the opportunity to participate in their learning. They learned a lot about themselves, what they are capable of, how to work with others, and I would like to think that they learned a thing or two about painting & drawing and architecture. I had some students come up to me and tell me that this was the best class they have ever taken.

I will never forget the look of pride on their faces as they carried their completed projects home.

Even though this class was somewhat a success, I still had a lot to learn about class management. I was absolutely horrible at it! But, I learned that I had the potential of becoming a good teacher and enjoying it.

In addition, the painting & drawing class was where I met a special student who inspired me to pursue deaf education. You can read the story here.

After taking sign language classes for four years and working in a mental health counseling center for deaf and hard of hearing individuals, I went on to graduate school and obtained master degrees in deaf education and early childhood education. I am currently employed as an itinerant teacher of the deaf and hard of hearing. I love my job. I am truly thankful for this job and the journey that took me here.

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Emmett's Meltdown On 'Switched At Birth'

I really liked the emotionally charged scene where Emmett blew up at Bay about frustrations he has with trying to communicate with people who don't use sign language:
I'm tired of reading lips, only catching 30% of what people are saying but pretending I got more. I don't want to be working all of the time. I can only be myself with people who speak my language. Even if you learn, your friends are hearing, your family is hearing. And I will always be lost wondering what the joke is. Or worse, you'll be stuck interpreting for me, speaking for me. And that is not me. That will never be me!
There is a lot of truth to what he said and I think it is safe to say that everyone who is deaf or hard of hearing, whether they sign or not, can understand the frustrations Emmett experiences. I found myself nodding my head at some of the things he said. I think we all have had our moment where we just get fed up with trying to communicate with the general population and blow up. I sure did. I had a major meltdown one day when I had trouble hearing what was being said while riding in a car with my family. I just snapped. All the frustrations I dealt with built up over the years until one little issue with communication pushed me over the limit. With Emmet's case, Daphne angered him and then when he tried to follow what Bay, her brother, and friend were saying, he lost it, understandably.

However, I am really glad that he decided to try to make an effort to interact with more hearing people. I think it is really important to try to get out of your comfort zone and open up to new experiences. If you continue to stay in your comfort zone, with the same people, doing the same things everyday, you will hardly have any opportunities to grow and learn much.

There is a really cute scene where Emmett lets Bay know that he just wants her and that he is willing to give it a chance.

I heart Switched At Birth!!

Message For AMC TV

**UPDATE: Issue has been resolved.**

Dear AMC,

What the h---? It is impossible for me to enjoy 'Breaking Bad' with your censored closed captions! My G--. This show is full of b-------- cussing, which unfortunately means more s----- blanked out words to decipher. It p----- me off! Quit censoring words such as b------, s---, d----, b---, b----, G--, J----, a--, b----, h---, p---, and others that can be heard loud and clear! For C---- sakes, quit s------- us with your censored closed captions from h---. It is s----- that those who can hear have full access to the language being used (lucky b-------) while those who rely on captions are left to fill in the d--- blanks, making us feel like dumb a----. This is b-------!

Sincerely,

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Is It Worth Putting Up a Fight Over the Way Captioning Is Set Up?

PinkLAM asked a good question on my earlier post, Video Clip and Picture Stills of Censored Closed Captions:

And part of me is also wondering if by putting up a fight over the way in which the captioning is set up, we're making companies think twice about using captioning at all?

What do you think?


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