My name is Frieda and I am hearing impaired. Here, you will find stories of my life growing up and what it is like for me to be a wife, a mom of two boys, and hearing impaired.

Friday, June 25, 2010


"Give me a head with hair, long beautiful flaxen hair.
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer hair
Here baby, there momma, ev'rywhere daddy, daddy..."

from the muscial, Hair

I have always had long hair.  Shoulder length or longer.    My aunt was a beautician/hair stylist.  My mom explained to my aunt that I was going to have a swimming class as a seventh grader that fall, and suggested that I get my hair cut short.  "It would be so much easier to take care of her hair; and she wouldn't be late for her next class."  I really don't remember being a part of this conversation, but I do remember crying when she was done cutting my hair.

"I look like a boy!" I cried.  She had even used a shaver for the back of my hair.  I have never worried about my hair until this incident.  I have always been able to cover my ears with my long hair.  I remember a boy in my sixth grade elementary school that wore hearing aids.  "He doesn't have a choice to cover his ears," I remember thinking.  "Everyone knows that he is hard of hearing."

A few years ago, I asked my husband if I should cut my hair short.

"No, I like it long," he told me.
"I have to wash it, blow it dry, curl it, and you end up sleeping on it!"
"Well, I have to look at it."


I like having my hair out of my face, so I will usually pull it up into a ponytail.

But I never wear a ponytail in public.

Until now.  I went to Costco, looking like this:

I tell you, it's total freedom!