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My daughter’s
laugh was the
first sound
I heard in
30 years
For Olivia Andersen, being deaf was just a part of who she was
– and even when science offered her a chance to change that, she
saw no reason to do so. Then her baby girl entered the world ...
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By my early 20s, I was living a happy knowing how to make my life easier the London lifestyle and travelling every
and fulfilled life that most people would without making me feel less capable. Still, chance I got. That time in my life was
classify as charmed. I had graduated from I was 21, and Thomas was 30 and at a dream come true. I travelled to New
university and had a job in the design a completely different stage of life. So we York for work assignments and went
department of a major fashion magazine. broke up. Deep inside I think I knew backpacking in Central America, Africa
Clockwise from left: Olivia’s plea to “Goddy”, which was published in a I worked hard during the day and partied Thomas was the person for me, but I also and around Europe. Once, while sitting
Sydney newspaper when she was 11; Olivia’s Year 2 photo, taken at at night – going out to bars and clubs and knew that if I gave my life over to him around a camp fire during a tour in
the mainstream school her parents were told she would never be able
to attend; a 1980 photo with (clockwise from bottom left) baby Olivia, having fun with a group of girlfriends. at that young age, I’d be resentful of Tanzania, the light grew too dim to read
mum Belinda, sister Sophie, brother Angus, dad Malcolm and brother There had been rumblings in the deaf him for the experiences I’d have missed the lips of my fellow backpackers. They
Forbes (front); Olivia, 3, with her mum; with her family in the early ’90s. community about cochlear implants out on. Heartbroken, I went to London each shared a torch, which they held to
I
– electronic devices that could give an in search of a life exciting enough to their faces as they spoke. We sat around
was diagnosed skills. By age six, I was than other kids to keep up in the class- authentic experience of better hearing justify the great sacrifice that I’d made. like that, talking like we were a bunch of
profoundly deaf at a primary school full room. Yes, I worried that boys would to a deaf person. I was impressed by the Finding work as a deaf person in little kids telling scary stories. I felt I was
at eight months old. I’d been at of boisterous children. never ask me out because I couldn’t flirt invention, but was certain I didn’t need a foreign country wasn’t easy. Every seeing – and hearing – the world in an
the hospital for a check-up when Being the only hearing-impaired kid with them on the phone (navigating the one. I liked my life, just like it was. I felt company I applied to asked for my phone entirely unique way. Again, I thought to
a mothercraft nurse had rung there made me the subject of some world of adolescent dating is miserable completely at home in my quiet, happy number. When I explained by email why myself: What could a hearing world offer
a bell behind my head and received no ridicule, but every time an insensitive enough without the added trauma of world. Why fix what isn’t broken? I couldn’t speak on the phone, employers me that is better than this? I still missed
response. My parents were devastated. classmate knocked me down, it seemed hearing aids, and that is to say nothing In early 2001, I met Thomas at a bar who had seemed enthusiastic suddenly Thomas, but I was otherwise happy.
The normal, happy childhood they had my sister was there to pick me back up. of the humiliation that comes from in Sydney. I was there with a group of went radio silent. I had experience, I had By 2005, I’d had enough of my wan-
envisioned for me vanished, and was My siblings were, and remain, my fierc- having your big brother relay phone calls girlfriends and he was with colleagues. As a good university degree, but the people derlust and headed back to Australia.
replaced with one full of doctors’ appoint- est, most loving protectors. I became from boys asking you out on dates). we flirted, he tried to work out my accent. doing the hiring were convinced that a I sent an SMS to Thomas from the air-
ments and hearing aids – things no parent so adept at lip-reading that I could tell Of course, I yearned to know what Was it South African? Dutch? I let him port. During our time apart I’d grown
wants for their child. On the drive home what someone was going to say just by music sounded like, or the reason for the squirm a bit before letting him know certain that he was the person I was
from the hospital, my mother wept while
I slept in the back of the car, blissfully
watching the movements of their jaw
muscles. I could speak quite clearly,
delighted shrieks of laughter I’d see on
people’s faces. But I was happy. I came to
about my deafness. When I told him,
he just smiled. He’d never met a deaf
Being deaf didn’t supposed to spend my life with. I’d
taken a big risk leaving him the way I
stop me from having did, but luckily for me, absence had
unaware of the road that lay ahead of me. though some people said it sounded like prefer my silent world. Where other peo- person. Then he asked me to dance.
At home, she held my father’s hand as I had a bit of a South African accent. ple had chaos and noise, I had peace and I may not have been able to hear the a normal childhood made his heart grow fonder, too. He
they broke the news to the rest of the fam- In Year 6, I changed schools and tranquillity. I learnt to intuit things, to music, but my sensitivity to the sound flew to Sydney from Melbourne where
ily. Little Liv was deaf. They would need made friends with a group of girls who read entire volumes in the body language vibrations made me able to move and hearing-impaired person was more than he was now living and we had a romantic
to speak clearly and slowly to me, but oth- saw beyond my deafness. We bonded over of other people. I got to the point where dance along with the best of them. But the they wanted to deal with. Distraught but reunion. In the spring of 2008, we were
erwise I was to be treated no differently. a mutual love of netball, touch footy and I could tell what kind of a day someone music Thomas had asked me to dance determined, I changed my strategy. Each married in Sydney followed by a recep-
That conversation set the tone for cricket. I poured myself into sport. It was was having – if they’d had a falling-out, to was slow, and I couldn’t follow along. morning I would put on my interview tion cruising on the harbour. The weather
my family’s attitude about my deafness. one area of my life where I could excel if a relationship was in trouble – just by Thomas, who seemed to know and under- clothes and take my résumé to the streets, was perfect and it was an idyllic night.
Sure, I couldn’t hear. But they weren’t without having to try harder than every- reading the stress in their shoulders. stand me right from the start, sensed walking unannounced into the foyers of Our wedding song was Bette Midler’s
about to let that stop me from having one else – you don’t need to be able Beyond all that, I knew that the trials and this and pulled me close to him, tapping companies I wanted to work for. I’d intro- “Wind Beneath My Wings”. Again,
a normal childhood. When doctors told to hear to catch a ball. Buoyed by my tribulations that had accompanied my the rhythm of the music on my shoulder duce myself, hand over my résumé, and Thomas tapped the rhythm of the song on
my parents I would never be able to speak activities and friendships, and by the deafness also made me a stronger and so I could follow along. I was sold. pray that someone would take the time to my shoulder like he had the first day we
or go to a mainstream school, they put unwavering support of my family, more capable person. It was as if I had I fell madly in love. Thomas was kind speak to me. Eventually, someone did. I met, and as we danced I wept quietly, cer-
me in an early-intervention program I became the most normal, contented, a secret leg up on the rest of the world and caring, and he made me laugh until got a job in the photo and design depart- tain I was the luckiest girl on the planet.
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where I underwent speech and language hearing-impaired person the world has – I could do anything they could do, I thought my sides would split open. He ment of a health and lifestyle magazine We settled quickly into married life.
development, and acquired lip-reading ever known. Yes, I had to work harder despite not having their available tools. took my deafness in his stride, intuitively and spent the next three years soaking up I poured my heart and soul into my
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