I’m switching my head back and forth. “AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAHH!!” I’m screaming on top of my lungs. I’m trying to push my mother’s chest away from me. I’m crying hysterically. My mother’s hands are on my head. She’s sitting on me tightly. She’s trying to attach the magnet that is part of the external processor onto my head, but I keep pushing it off. She continues to fight ferociously to force me to keep my processor on my head. “You’re going to wear that processor, Rachel!” My mother scolds with a very angry face. My mother is sure one determined mother!
When I was three years old, just after I received my cochlear implant, I fought with my mother every morning when she tried to put the processor on my head. I know that seems cruel of my mother to do that, but I’m so grateful that she did it because nowadays, I cannot imagine why in the world I did this to her. When I wake up every morning and I put my processors on, I realize that I’m welcomed to a broad spectrum of opportunities – hearing sounds which I enjoy doing every day.
I certainly do have some memories of my mother sitting on me when she was trying to put my processor on; however, I really do not remember why I had the motivation not to want my mother to put the processor on my head. I have absolutely no idea because today, I absolutely cannot walk out of the house without my processors. That’s just my personal feeling.