| Lioness ( @ 2006-08-20 21:50:00 |
a review of convention survival tips
"Never decide you've been snubbed unless you're sure the person in question could see and hear you, and was sure you were trying to talk to them."
I can hear better now than I used to, but it's still worth pointing out. And I have at least two folks in my circle with vision trouble about whom I hear woeful tales of snubbery; just because somebody can see two feet in front of them doesn't mean they can see eight. Given the number of people who were startled three or four (or ten) years into our acquaintanceship by the revelation that I was hearing-impaired and relied upon lip-reading to navigate conversation, I should have realized people are no better at recognizing limitations on vision. For that matter, the person who walks past you frowning might be trying to remember where they left their cellphone/purse/manuscript/disintegrator ray.
It's probably not about you.
(If it's me and you think it's about you, ask. I'll tell you. *grin* OK?)
Also, my memory for names is all farfetched these days; please do not take it as an insult if I cannot retrieve yours. I'm still glad to see you, even if I'm spinning my wheels for context traction.
voidampersand said: "When you've got a friend whose vision is going, don't snub them by only waving and smiling across the room. Get up close so they can tell who you are." I think that bears repeating on the front door of this entry, so here it is.
Other tips?
"Never decide you've been snubbed unless you're sure the person in question could see and hear you, and was sure you were trying to talk to them."
I can hear better now than I used to, but it's still worth pointing out. And I have at least two folks in my circle with vision trouble about whom I hear woeful tales of snubbery; just because somebody can see two feet in front of them doesn't mean they can see eight. Given the number of people who were startled three or four (or ten) years into our acquaintanceship by the revelation that I was hearing-impaired and relied upon lip-reading to navigate conversation, I should have realized people are no better at recognizing limitations on vision. For that matter, the person who walks past you frowning might be trying to remember where they left their cellphone/purse/manuscript/disintegrator ray.
It's probably not about you.
(If it's me and you think it's about you, ask. I'll tell you. *grin* OK?)
Also, my memory for names is all farfetched these days; please do not take it as an insult if I cannot retrieve yours. I'm still glad to see you, even if I'm spinning my wheels for context traction.
Other tips?