Tale Weaver 02.09.21 – Sound of Silence

Stephanie’s Tale Weaver challenge today is about losing one of our senses.
She says

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to lose one of your senses? Or have you even experienced it?
Today I invite you to write a tale from the perspective of someone who has lost the sense of hearing. All they hear now is “the sound of silence” if you will.
For me it would be soul crushing; music is such a big part of my life. There’s always music in the background; even now as I write this, I’m listening to a playlist of eclectic songs from the Norse “my mother told me” to Lord Huron and Evanescence…
What tale would you write? A tale of loss or a tale of hope?
Or if you’d rather stay in a real world environment what would you miss? How would you compensate with your other senses?

Sound of silence or a life without sound.
Having a natural gift of a good ear for music, to lose my sense of hearing could be devastating. But then at my age I have so many songs stored up in my head and rarely pick up anything new, I think I could still sit down at the piano and play my old favourites, just not be aware of the bum notes when I hit them.
My great grandmother was deaf in the one ear, and I was always being told not to shout or to speak up as I always got it wrong.
I think if I was to lose my hearing completely, it would take some getting used to, especially as I suffer from tinnitus and the thought of that being all I could hear is a little unsettling.

Maggie’s sense of hearing was on the decline long before we lost her last November.
She was never one to run away from us, but if she couldn’t see us as her eyesight wasn’t as good as it was, she’d panic, then because she couldn’t hear us call her either, she’d head for home. This was one of several reasons we wore our yellow coats when out, not just to be colour co-ordinated, but so that she could home in on us.

We later stencilled  ‘DEAF’ on her little jacket to warn motorists or other people that we didn’t have a disobedient dog, just one that was hard of hearing.

The beauty of it all though was that she remembered the hand signals we’d used when she was a pup and still responded to those. There was also the added bonus that she could no longer hear the fireworks and thunder that un-nerved her so.

I could not close this post without including this, which is still my favourite song of the moment. I can no longer listen to the original as this one just knocks my socks off. If I had never heard it…………………………. two versions, the official video and live.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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8 Responses to Tale Weaver 02.09.21 – Sound of Silence

  1. murisopsis says:

    I think that losing the sense of smell would be the least difficult for me… The sense of touch or sight would vie for worst one to lose!!

  2. Lorraine says:

    We had a deaf white cat (apparently most white cats are deaf). She honed in on vibrations, such as sitting on the canister vaccum when we were doing housework. We put a “return to sender” tag on her collar as she loved to go down the hill to a major highway and sit on the shoulder, feeling the vibrations. Motorists would regularly bring her home.
    We already had an adult cat when she came to live with us as a kitten. Ginger used to treat Little White Kitty (no cat naming imagination!) with distain. When the white cat went missing, Ginger looked suspicious and guilty of perhaps leading the little one away. Eventually the white cat did return home.
    The tale of your dog is fascinating — hand signals like sign language! You three were very visible, which is good.

    • What a lovely story about your white cat! Hubby trained Maggie to be off lead most of the time, so rather than shout commands at her, he used hand signals. It was basic signs, like arms spread wide meant ‘come’, though we never used that as a command because everyone else did so substituted ‘Here’ instead, hand up in front of us meant stop, and patting of the knee or thigh was fuss. We encouraged her curiosity and when she wanted to climb the log piles, he went in front of her, patting the wood but not being far away. She loved it.

  3. Susi Bocks says:

    It would probably be between sight and hearing but I think losing the ability to feel touch would be hard too knowing how tactile of a person I am.

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