The hearing test

Clearly there is nothing wrong with B’s hearing. Of this I am sure. However, as part of the speech and language therapy, a hearing test was required, so we found ourselves this week at the audiology department of our local health centre.

B’s older brother once failed a hearing test and had to have a follow up test. We knew there was nothing wrong with his hearing either- he’d failed because he was distracted by his friends in the room who were also being tested. So it was with trepidation and not much hope that I took B along to his test.

Stupidly, we arrived really early, so I spent about 15 minutes trying to manage B’s behaviour (he’s quick- he managed to get to a touch screen pad and input his date of birth before I got to him). By the time of his consultation, he was bored and in no mood to cooperate. While we were waiting several people had to have their names called twice when it was their turn. That to me is as good a sign as any of a hearing difficulty.

Anyway, the test was a disaster. After a couple of minutes seeing what the audiologist was trying to do, I said, “This isn’t going to work”. She persevered but soon called for back up and a change of strategy. But not before she had said to me, “Is there something wrong with him?” I’m sure she didn’t mean this to sound the way it did, although later she also said, “Is he like this at home?”

They were otherwise very good with him, but he was having none of it. It didn’t help that the room was full of computer equipment and buttons to press. Trying to engage B in a wooden duck when there’s a mouse button to press is hopeless. In addition, some of the noises started to bother him. He started to say, “doorbell is broken”, which goes back to an incident weeks ago when his grandparent’s doorbell was faulty. This had bothered him at the time and he had been repeating the phrase a lot.

So we’ll be going back for another test. They agreed there was nothing wrong with his hearing but were unable to complete the test. My wife is taking him next time.

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