What did deaf people really think of the tight control of their community of 100 years ago? And what was it like for deaf gays and lesbians at the time? We really don’t know. Not yet. I have been at the State Library of Victoria, browsing through old copies of the publication of what was […]
The End Game
A Pain in the Poo Factory 09 Gradually I became unplugged. The catheter went first, a short but unnerving experience which felt like one’s insides were being yanked out via a small tube through a very tiny opening. Next to go was my deals on wheels. I said goodbye to the pyramids and decided they […]
Needledum and Needledee
A Pain in the Poo Factory 07 I must have been about four or five years old when my mother took me into a building in Canterbury road, in Canterbury, in the inner-eastern suburbs of Melbourne. It was probably a church hall. It was loud and noisy; steel filing drawers slammed and footsteps and heels […]
The bullet holes
A Pain in the Poo Factory 07 Emma changed my dressings. Considering that in theory I was opened right up, it was unbelievable that there were just four bandages. The largest one was in the middle of my belly near my navel, and the centre of a blaze of colour, like a fiery desert sunset. […]
Reading Red and not feeling so blue
If Red Symons’ reply to Deaf Victoria’s complaints about comments on interpreters on television is anything to go by, there’s just a little more understanding of why they are sometimes there. Ask hearing people about sign language, and they reply in much the same way – they love it. Some think it is beautiful, and […]
What did that prawn really mean?
In the end, not all that much, other than perhaps a cautionary tale of failing to understand your market. This is the advertising poster placed by the audiological services firm, Victorian Hearing, at the end of May 2015. It shows a startling picture of a profile of a woman with a prawn perched […]
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