But I’m afraid…
This morning my assistance dog, Chloe, was out on the porch barking her head off. I’ve never appreciated how she looks without a head, so I found myself hustling outside to see what all the fuss was about. At first, I couldn’t figure out what she was barking at, but it was very clear that Chloe was afraid. Each muscle in her 4 legs were trembling with fear and tension, her forehead was wrinkled, and she whined in between high pitch barks! I had to step closer in order to finally see what she was fixated on… a tiny bird feather.
Now I’m the first to brag that my working dog is a very smart canine! She loves to learn, loves to work, and loves to train! But sometimes… her fear keeps her from putting all the pieces together. Sometimes… she needs help to look past her fear and approach things a little more logically. I continued to reassure her that everything was fine. I wanted her to investigate it a little closer with a little more, erm… backbone! Grin!
Me: “Chloe… it’s OK girl! It’s just a feather, and it won’t hurt you. Show me! What is it?”
Chloe: (Looks at me like, “Don’t you SEE? Oh my gosh! LOOK! Show you? But I’m afraid…“)
It seems that feathers have a smell… at least they do if you are a dog. Chloe could smell a recent “alive kind of smell“. When she would get close enough to sniff the feather, her sniff would MOVE the feather… and much to her dismay TOWARDS HER!! Therefore, Chloe was convinced it was alive! What does a hound dog do when they think something is alive? They bark! When Chloe would bark at the feather, it would move even MORE, but away from her! Feathers are so light that they tend to want to follow the natural rules that feathers follow when applying physics… a hound dog’s hot air.
Even holding the feather in my hand, had her cowering in fear! I sat on the porch and talked to her, all the while holding the feather out towards her. Finally, she crept up behind me and with head on my shoulder sniffed and huffed at the feather in my hand. I could feel her trembling, with her fearful “self” pressed up behind me! Eventually a good, stiff, Maryland-September breeze picked the feather up and flew it up over the railing and out into the yard.
Chloe cocked her head to the side and looked at me like, “Well! What did you do THAT for?”
She was afraid of the feather, but wanted the feather.
But I’m afraid…
Last night I attended our school’s kick-off meeting. All the teachers were present, and I knew I would face supper, entertainment, games, dessert, announcements and fellowship. I have to admit it was something I had to make myself attend. The night before I had even cried all over my husband, trying to find a way to get out of having to go!
When you have a hearing loss, there is just something incredibly intimidating about going to a group function that reverberates with the background noise of a large number of excited and “pumped” teachers! I planned in advance, and made sure my cochlear implant batteries were fresh so that I wouldn’t “go dead” in the middle of a conversation. I brought some assistive listening devices that work in conjunction with my t-coils on both my CI and my hearing aid. Due to some recent rains, I knew I was wobbly enough to need Chloe’s special collar. I was prepared. I wanted to go. I needed to go. But I was afraid…
I talked to my director via email prior to going. I’ll admit that I was trying to see if it was something I did indeed have to attend. I did… and my director knew I needed to for more than the information we received as teachers. She knew I needed to go in order face my fear.
My fellow teachers are very nice people. I WANT to get to know them better… to even gain the treasure of a friend or two. But in year’s past I’ve seen the look of panic when I put a microphone nearer their face in order to hear them better in a crowd. I’ve seen their faces as they inwardly castigate themselves as they said something behind their napkin and I had to ask, “Pardon?” (I’m a transplanted Southern gal, what can I say?) I’m 100% sure that if these teachers knew how afraid I was of them, they would be devastated!
In my HEAD, I know that I have nothing to fear. And yet, when I go to these things I find myself saying, “But I’m afraid… ”
My consolation, is that it is getting better. The more functions I attend like this, the more comfortable I become. The “feather moves”, and I’m a little jumpy about it; however, I’m learning it’s just a “feather”.
I’m thankful I do not seem to have the same illogical fears towards my students. Young people seem so incredibly natural towards me. If I have to ask a student for a repeat… seven different times… they cheerfully do so without any visible qualms at all. Perhaps it’s because my classes are “electives”, (although many take them as alternative foreign language). I know they CHOOSE to be there, and it doesn’t bother them that their teacher has a hearing loss. I do not feel disabled around them.
With my peers it is different. I hope it isn’t always so.
I want to attend meetings like these, but am afraid of meetings like these.
At least with fellow teachers, I am becoming stronger and more confident. Perhaps I need a good, stiff, Maryland-September breeze to convince myself I’m in a “safe place”. At least with every one I go to, I’m less “trembly”… and heck! I quit barking months ago!
© 2008 Hearing Loss Journal
Psalm 56:3: “But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in You.