I have mixed feelings about discussing my children in public – but in this case I’ll make an exception. Lachlan, our youngest, was born deaf. Not a bit deaf, but properly, profoundly deaf, so that he heard nothing.
When he was 15 months old, we were offered a cochlear implant, which, after a lot of discussion, we agreed to, and another 15 months on he is not just talking but stringing together whole sentences, mimicking us, and – albeit pretty tunelessly – singing.
We have felt so blessed – not just to have him, but to witness his entry into the world of sound, – that I agreed to write this piece for the Mail on Sunday’s magazine:
How Lockie Broke Through A Wall Of Silence
Cochlear implants are by no means the answer for all deaf children. The procedure is not risk-free, they can be controversial within the deaf community, they are expensive, and they are not available to everyone who would like them.
But for our son, a deaf child born into a hearing family, it means he can now make his own choices later in life about who he wants to be, which community he wants to make his own. And that while he decides, he can sing “heads shoulders knees and toes”, while watching The Simpsons. Which feels pretty bloody great from here.