Looking in the darkness

This is the second week of Advent. Our church has a guest preacher, Drew Melton, who has been leading on our Advent series “Journey Through Darkness.” Last week’s sermon was “Waking up in Darkness” where we were challenged to peer into the darkness and not look away.

From my notes:

“Pandemic affected our life and how we do things; we had to do grief from a distance, and distance our physical selves, which led to more emotional distance. We are desensitized to grief and darkness – Advent season challenges us to face the darkness so that we can fully embrace the light that God and Jesus brought to the world.

There is power in seeing and being seen; especially in darkness. We prefer to look away because it is too hard to look at people.

Advent provides time to revel in our brokenness, to be in the darkness and to anticipate the Light.”

Usually, I dread the holiday season. This is the first year that I wanted the tree up early and had to force myself to wait until after November 11th, whereas usually the tree isn’t put up until 1st weekend of Advent, as per the family traditions that I grew up with. I had to force myself to “be in the Christmas spirit” because I have children. I think it is the “be of good cheer” and “most wonderful time of the year” sentiments.. people telling you to be in a certain mood and feel what you don’t feel. I was that way for at least a decade – not wanting to do this “stuff” and to get it other with. 

On this Sunday, the first Sunday of Advent, I sat down after a difficult week with juggling my children’s schedules; their sleep issues, in some cases, the refusal to go to school, and getting a final payout/cheque from the Hep C Class Action Lawsuit.

It was an unexpected contribution to my life and I called my sister when I first got the letter about this. She had been contacted in the Spring whereas I only got the letter in September. ”Yes” she said. “I told them your address as they didn’t seem to know that you existed.” This cheque was also a depressing contribution to my life, as I mused that this amount was what they deemed my father’s life was worth. A pitiful amount compared with what he would have contributed had he not died from Hepatatic Cancer in 2005. The richness that we would have had with his involvement in the life of me and my family; actually getting to meet my husband, to meet my twins, to encourage my life’s path. My sister said that when she got the letter, she wrote them back and “gave them a piece of her mind”. I don’t think that depth of his absence can fully be understood by those who were not affected by this disease.

As it has now been over 15 years, the rawness of the grief is less and is a part of the darkness that one wishes to ignore at times. To push aside, so that we can go on with the mundane. 

This past week, “Strange Voices in the Wilderness” we are reminded that Advent begins in the dark, so does the Gospels. We were reminded that in the darkness, our other senses are heightened because we can not see. So then we listen better/more. I hate the darkness; pitch blackness. Always have. Other senses heighten. More like I go into panic mode because in the dark, most people hear better; are more aware. I have limited hearing and can’t tell direction, hence I rely on my eyes and the visual cues. Not being able to see the cues means not being able to function in the dark. For me. 

From my notes:

“Hearing is heightened in the darkness, but our way of hearing does not change. The volume is up but it is still the frequency. In darkness, we hear other voices that we do not usually experience.” 

Melton challenged us to not deny/brush the voices off, but to listen for the words that may be hard to hear. To train our ears in a different direction- to unlearn the voices of our echo chambers or turn off ‘the usual’ voices temporarily.

This past month, I finally was able to divest myself of the piles that have accumulated from purging. To clean up my house by letting go of items that are not needed, and to finally post items for pick up. It was freeing to see the large piles in my front hall diminish, and I realized that I was depressed – partly from looking at them, and partly from not having the energy to deal with them. I can see the light. I have been able to stay on top of the dishes and fold most of the laundry this past week/month. I have started baking again for the church social hour and school bake sales. I play the holiday music and indulged myself in reading books and watching old musicals (Danny Kaye). I look forward to week 3 of Advent season.

Am I ready for this?

Yesterday, I was at a meeting to fill out forms. When asked what my occupation is, my reply was “retired”, not “homemaker” or “housewife” as one might expect. I suppose it is a little odd to some that I retired at the age of 38 after working in healthcare for 15 years…

At the time of leaving my chosen profession, I had been asked if I was going to another office/field in the career path. My reply at the time was that I was going to do “something else” for a while and return to the profession in 10 years or when I was 50, which ever came first. At this time, I have no plans to return to my previous profession. So, I am retired.

As my life has taken a different, or unexpected path, I have had to educate myself about the provincial education system, provincial health care system, government resources, social media, and advocacy. I have now been retired for 12 years, a mom for 10.5 of those, and I’m exhausted.

When asked if I miss working, my reply is that I miss the money, and the people, but not the work. (Not the politics, not the stress, not the burn out.)

So as this school year is winding down in 2 months, we are preparing for the changes and decimation of the school structure. Staff policy changes mean that the schools want to change the support staff (ABA SW and EA) yet again, thus changing the amount of hours that my children have access to support in an effort to assist more children in need. As it is, the support staff is low. Recruitment at a district level seems to be non-existent and of course, the work is thankless, especially in pay (ask a teacher eh?).

My PAC has not been able to do much this year or really the past 2 years because of COVID restrictions. We had a hard time to get this executive together. I didn’t even want to be on it this year, and next year isn’t looking too promising either.

My son seems to have ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder) and hasn’t been doing much school work in class these days. He can’t tell me why. Just “I don’t want to talk about it”. And my daughter is officially done of school work and reporting. She is still behind because she also resists (Unless it is science, or art, or interesting). I have to make a plan for scheduling already for next year so that I can help her better.

… it is 7:45 a.m. Can I go back to bed yet? I’m not ready to contemplate the chaos that will ensue.

Thoughts on Ableism and irony

Over the years, I have been on various executive boards or committees related to the interest of the time. For 2 decades, I was involved in my professional association (you had to be to maintain your certification), and eventually was on the executive board for the BC chapter for 4 years. Ironically, I was the secretary for most of this, meaning that I was the one to take the minutes and distribute them to the membership. Me… the clutter bug. The person who had a desk (and still does) that is so covered in stuff that you wonder how I know where anything is. Me. The hearing impaired person, who sat in LARGE rooms with horrible acoustics and took verbatim notes and then condensed them into 2 page minutes.

I am currently on a PAC (parent advisory committee) for my kid’s school, my 2nd year, and also on an advisory committee for the District PAC for Inclusion of Diverse Learners. Today, we had a new member added to our thread and so some have re-introduced themselves to the group about why we are on this particular committee. I had to ask another member on a separate chat if I was required to do this as it wasn’t clear why this person was added. My side chat had me make a comment that “I don’t attend these info sessions (that our group has put on to educate fellow parents) as the schedule or content is not for me” and then I went on to say, “Ironically, my hearing issue is part of what they are trying to address and that is what is the barrier for me.”

I also confessed that I had googled “examples of ableism” due to the whatsapp thread. Ableism seems to the current buzzword these days. It has been hard for me to wrap my head around. In reading examples, I realized 2 things… 1. I have been subject to ableism for most of my life. Specifically related to this example …

People automatically assume incompetence based on another person’s
appearance or diagnosis. How does this manifest?
A person’s opinion is dismissed because they are on the spectrum. A
wheelchair user is moved without their permission. A couple must fight to
maintain custody of their children because they have intellectual
disabilities.

I’m not on the spectrum, but I have had my opinion dismissed often for various reasons. Depending on the situation, it may have been that I haven’t processed it (aurally) well, or my thought process is a jumble (Hubby often tells me that I’m not logical. To which I have replied You just don’t understand ‘Kathylogic’.) but it is disconcerting to know that what you contribute to the conversation is dismissed because of a preconception about you based on something you cannot control.

My comment to my colleague was “I have experienced [ableism] my whole life… to me it is a fact of life and you just go around it….” By this, I mean that I have learned that the issue is either a battle to fight, or in most cases, I don’t have the energy or resources to fight for something. People are tired of being educated about what is wrong and want something to move in the “right direction” toward change.

The second thing I have realized is that I am likely guilty of ableism as well. I have a few chronically ill friends who live far from me and so I haven’t see them in years but we still converse regularly but I don’t “see” what they experience. I think if I saw how they live their life and the obstacles they face in daily life, I would get it better. I have likely said something stupid or ignored a person’s experience. [Frankly, this is why I quit my other job, as that was a key component to my work; listening to other people’s problem and to provide support. But I felt that I wasn’t getting support for my own issues and also had low energy/capacity to provide the support with the integrity that I felt the work deserved.]

As I have said in previous blog posts, COVID pandemic has made me more aware of my disability (lip reading obstacles with mask wearing, etc) and I have sought to educate myself about what I can do for me and also for my children. To that end, I have some books.. but they are dry at times. I have also joined various social media groups (via Facebook) and follow some ppl on Twitter. One person that I follow on Twitter describes themselves as “as a disabled poor woman“. In the course of my previous profession in health care, I met a variety of people who live in poverty; social housing or the street. One of my frustrations in trying to do my work of supporting people is that I was limited in what type of support I could offer. The person would say, I need help with x. I could say, I can offer A or B, to assist with x. To which I would sometimes get “I would rather get J” which has nothing to do with problem x or the individual wanted help in a specific way that was either not possible by anyone, not possible in the current system… OR.. They would get the help that was totally appropriate to get them out of the situation and it was “squandered” by some staff’s definitions.

This is what contributes to my thinking that it is possible that I have also engaged in ableism due to my limited understanding of what poverty is, what disability can do the life and needs that we have.

I have friends who are chronically ill, but are able to provide for themselves, have a strong work ethic and the person has figured out some option that works for them so that they can manage their illness (usually chronic pain) and still do work that assists with contributing to the household financially. They have a support system and family members who can support them when things are dire.

I also have a strong support system of friends and family who are able to support me should things take a turn for the worse. I have also described in past posts that I had parents who fought hard for me to function outside of my disability, to not label me or excuse my behavior because of my hearing loss.

Hubby is the one who encouraged me to quit my job/profession because I was unhappy. I have now been out of the workforce for so long that I don’t what I would go back to, however, I think that despite my hearing loss, I would still be able to get a job. It would not impede me significantly from the workforce, however, if I had to start over and get a job and live without the support of my spouse, I would fail miserably and likely fall into the poverty level. The difference from my 20’s to now, is that while I was used to scraping 10k together a year for schooling, I now have children and a mortgage to consider. I would fail spectacularly.

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This introspection comes from the fact that I’m on the committees that I am and have to have these conversations and learn new concepts. Also the pandemic smacking me in the face making me learn me coping strategies. The 3rd thing is that I have listened to a podcast, something that I usually NEVER do because there are no closed captions for that, that someone recently launched. The subject matter was intriguing and so I approached them and said I would have names of other people that they might want to chat with, and became one of them. So they sent me a list of questions that I immediately blanked on as I haven’t had to think about certain things in this way before.

Year End Reflection

Today is the last day of the year that was 2021. I will not do a review of news events, celebrity deaths, and other generic highlights that other people or news outlets are doing, but plan to think about 2021 in relation to me and my family.

2021 began with us still in a pandemic. Listening to American news as we heard about the mess that the 45th President made of the US economy, thus impacting the Canadian economy and day to day life. Hubby was still working from home, kids were still doing online classes and I was tearing my hair out trying to balance all of this. We finally had enough and removed our daughter from brick and mortar school to begin home school learnings. I hired my ABA team member to do this as I knew that I was not cut out for teaching her full-time.

I would say that we limped along through the 4th wave of the COVID-19 pandemic, the hemming and hawing of our local government about health measures; the closing and re-openings of restaurants, bars and large event gatherings such as religious services, sports and concerts; the fluctuating and backpedaling of various health edicts; the schools changing their regulations and protocols; the border restrictions; and through it all, I would say that I have been anxious and depressed at the same time. As we enter the 5th wave, and advent of Omicron, it continues.

We have not been to church since March 2020, although members of our church choir have asked if/when hubby will return. Our church has changed worship formats and in person worship locations due to renovations and seismic upgrades. I have rejoined my son’s school PAC (Parent Advisory Council) but we aren’t able to do much of the usual activities due to restrictions at the school. I have attended numerous zoom or other online meetings over the past year and had to confront my abilities and obstacles of my hearing loss. Technically, I have a “hidden disability” as it is not obvious when you look at me. I have detailed in various blog posts about my learnings/struggles with COVID life (masks and communication).

I have not seen my mother in 2 years as she lives on the other side of the country/continent and I am not comfortable to travel in an airplane any time soon. It had been my hope that when my twins turned 10, that I would take them to my home province in the summer so that my side of the family would have a mini reunion and summer vacation on the beaches where I grew up. I had hoped to show them the nooks and crannies of the small town where I lived, see my childhood home, meet some of my childhood friends – but that is not likely to happen for a while yet. It actually upsets me to see the posts on social media of the people that went to see their family members in other provinces during the summer or winter holiday seasons. While I’m sure that they are taking precautions, etc, we know that there are issues with the spread of COVID-19 and now, Omicron, as infection numbers are up globally.

I have binged more Netflix and now Amazon Prime than usual. I usually hit a slump in my reading about the beginning of summer, but this year it lasted longer than usual. I usually have a challenge on Goodreads where I set a goal of how many books I think I will read in the year, but haven’t met that one this year, not by a long shot. I had set a goal of 50 books (based on my usual trend) but have only finished 31 so far. I now have 2339 book on my “Want to Read” list, but only 967 Read, and 9 DNF (did not finish). I think the reason for this is that reading involves active processing in a different way than television watching does. And while I stream my favorite radio stations most days, there is no way I could do an audio book as that would require concentration in a different way than radio/music.

2021 has hit me in the face to really process what my hearing loss is and how it has impacted my life. To recap, I was born with a hearing loss. We don’t know how much was genetic as there is an entire set of cousins with hearing loss (maternal side) but I don’t know what type their loss is. I have discovered terminology from Reddit groups that describe me as “Mono-hearing” (meaning 1 ear). I have worn aids since the age of 4, starting in the late 70’s. Over the decades, technology has changed significantly. I heard birds for the first time when I was almost 10. My hearing loss has been described to me as “inner ear damage”, “nerve deafness” and now this “mono-hearing”. This means that a cochlear implant would not help me; that my left ear has little to no hearing (I think it is now 10%).

So over the years, I have learned to adapt. I don’t know what I don’t know. I understand some concepts in theory, like hearing “in stereo”, the “hum of the city”. A lot of this is from just living my life, or reading books. I remember a phone conversation with my best friend of 2 decades (we met when I did my Masters degree) where she told me that one day she stood on the street corner to listen to the hum of the city (as she is in Ontario while I have moved all over the Canada) and a coworker asked her what she was doing (spacing out instead of crossing the crosswalk, or lost in thought). She explained to her coworker about a recent conversation where I had told her that I didn’t really “know” what the “hum of the city” is in the way that she does, because I don’t hear what she hears, in the way that she hears. So she was consciously giving that some thought during her lunch break.

2021 has made me confront some of the things that I take granted.

I have begun to follow things on Reddit forums and twitter more and more these days, related to the state of our provincial ups and downs (COVID and policy related) as well following local activist groups so that I can keep up to date about issues related to my children and their needs/rights. Our province has decided to change the funding model used to assist my children assess services for their Autism, but has been sparse with details (amounts, who will regulate/distribute funding as gatekeeper, and what type of training these persons will have) about how this will work. Most parents are upset as the structure that most of us have researched and worked hard to set up will be ripped apart by the changes. My town’s mayor has made some interesting/not-so-popular choices re: budgeting and infrastructure.

One of the twitter users that I follow is a vocal member of the disabled community who talks about their struggles to access services as a physically disabled woman living in social housing. I have been made aware of issues that I have luckily not had to face (as my disability is different, and I have a different economic status) but it is good to hear these voices so that I expand my thinking but also know that some of what I have experienced in my life is not okay.

I remember when I was graduating from my Masters program at the age of 27, (I did it from age 23-27) I complained to my mother about how hard it was to find a job in my field. My mother’s reply was “well, you have to remember you have 4 things working against you; 1. you are young. 2. you are in ministry where the jobs are slim and the denomination has issues 3. you have a hearing loss and 4. you are a woman.” I remember going “oh yeah, I forgot the part about prejudice against women in ministry”. I knew that I had a quirky way of looking at the world so my sermons/perspectives were often met with skepticism by mainstream players in the field, but I had forgotten about the impact that some the obvious could have. My hearing loss helped and hindered my work. My being a woman helped and hindered my work. My being young and having this as my first career also didn’t help. In the conversation with my mother, my hearing loss was inconsequential until she reminded me. A lot of my friends have told me that they forget about my hearing loss, until I remind of the car analogy, “pretend I’m driving a car and you are the passenger” when you talk to me (to determine my good ear) if you can’t face me.

2021 and the COVID communication issues have reignited my ire about the fact that I’m disabled but the government denies me the ability to get the disability tax credit because I don’t fit the criteria. I don’t “need” the DTC, but as I don’t really know how or if I can return to the workforce due to my kids and my hearing loss, it would be good to know that I would have “something” especially if I am entitled to it.

This past week, it was announced that there will be delayed returns to school across our province (BC). We are reverted back to one of the phases from 2020, allowing children of essential workers and those with special needs (gov’t wording was ‘essential needs’) but did not clarify what the second group is. This is reactionary due to the soaring numbers post-holiday festivities. Omicron is now raging and persons who have been tripled vaccinated have been infected. Public sentiment is that there is no safety from this regardless of the measures that we take; anger at those who feel the need to exercise their freedom of self-determination and opt not to get vaccinated due to their beliefs that range from COVID being a hoax, paranoia re: governmental control, etc. (I have had to instruct my hubby not to engage with certain members on his social media feed who hold these opinions as the interactions end up creating more ire on both sides of the conversation/debate.)

In the end, we have decided that the risk of Omicron infection is too great. Our children are FINALLY booked for their COVID vaccinations in January, but we will delay the return to public school forum and continue with small bubble/home school options for both in the weeks to come.

I hope that 2022 gets better than the past 2 years. I’m sure that this is nothing compared with what our parents/grandparents dealt with rationing, survived wars, and various economic ups and downs, but it is still hard at times.

Genealogy followups

Today’s post is about genealogy. Every weekend, I try to sit down and clear the edits/suggestions that I get from Findagrave. I also post my tombstone photos on wikitree. Every so often, I get emails from people requesting more information about profiles that I have posted.

Today, I sat down to do my Findagrave edits, and found an email in my genealogy inbox from someone related to this previous blog post. I am always intrigued when people email me as I get asked if a) I am related. (90% of the time I am not) b) do I have specific information about this person/family etc. Today I had an email from a family member related to the book mentioned in the linked blog post. They are/were looking to see if there are descendants on a certain branch, including prior addresses of said family members that I could dig up.

Often when I tell people that I’m not related, I get a response of “oh” (disappointed) “thanks anyways”. I have just emailed him back after working on his 3 questions for about 3 hours. The pickle was the fact that one person had married but other than finding the marriage record, numerous travel records (US to England), and voter registrations for 1949 to 1974, I can’t find anything else on the spouse. They are likely deceased as they were born in 1911, and the spouse died in 1985. Usually, you can find the spouse buried together, or record of remarriage. But today, I got nada. This is what took most of the time, but I do feel like I found enough information to help this Blackstock clan member. I will see what/if they come back with more questions.

The Struggles Continue

The struggles continue. We have started them on meds for ADHD and now I have to find some form that both will take for other meds; melatonin and iron. Iron is for the girl as she doesn’t eat meat (or fruit, or veggies) and the doc worries that she may be anemic. Not a good thing for anyone, but especially with her heart condition.

Melatonin is for both, but mostly for the boy who has anxiety issues and is back out of bed at least 3x a week. He will come down and say that he is scared and the reasons range from a video he saw, to worrying about death and dying (what will happen to him if I die, worrying about the aging grandparents…) and the new one is worrying about his sister as she doesn’t finish all of her food some days.

*Sigh. Let mommy worry about that, and you worry about getting enough sleep so that you aren’t grumpy or sleepy at school tomorrow … is usually my response.

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Our province is also going through a period of rain storms that have caused flooding in the main farming area of our province. Many have been forced from their homes and need to rebuild only to have more rains come. Stores are empty in areas due to stocking and access issues. Gas is rationed. Borders issues with the States. The list goes on.

In the midst of this, I have actually put up the Christmas decor, which is a significant feat for me as I usually don’t like it, don’t want anything to do with it, … I tolerate it and the commercialization of the season. I guess this year I needed something to look for , to hope with. Despite my child’s greed about presents, we have determined that our kids have too much stuff and there will not be an abundance of gifts this year from us or Santa. We figure there is enough from grandparents, etc to add to the piles.

Hubby has asked if he needs to buy something for me or if he “has already done this” *wink (meaning have I bought something and told him that was what he got me). I told him, you got me a new TV so there is that. I was getting annoyed with squinting to read the subtitles from the other end of the room, so we got a bigger screen and it is a smart TV, so it now has only 1 remote instead of 2, and more apps on the TV whereas we had the Firestick (amazon) in the basement where I hardly went. I have discovered shows that I watched in the 80s or have wanted to see but didn’t have the time or platform for it.

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There has also been protests at the BC legislature about changes to the funding for special needs. Currently most autism funding is through the BC gov’t from the Autism Funding Unit. There was an announcement about funding changes to create hubs instead of the current direct funding we currently have. AFU should be increased in amount has been a long said critique. Instead, BC has decided that in order to provide access to services for the various disabilities, diagnosed or otherwise, they will pool it all into hubs. This model has been used in Ontario and has been criticized for increasing wait times to gain access to services. My issue is that information is vague; no budget listed, no information about WHO will determine WHAT services are to be provided, or their credentials to make this determination. In trying to help the masses, I worry that they will hurt more than help. So to that end there have been protests and one will be on December 3, the International Day of Persons with Disabilities. I’m torn. I know that I should go. I also have been thinking that I should join the letter writing campaign (to my MLA) about this, but frankly I have little energy for all of this. I’m trying to put my finger on it, but it is reminding me of when I was working in healthcare and they talked about the demoralization of the staff. I think that is it, or the closest thing that I can think of to describe this feeling. The fact that I have to fight so hard for basic access to things that have been deemed essential or fact. It takes so much energy to advocate for things, and it is so far out of my comfort zone that I worry that I will make a horrible faux pas and thus screw my chances (and my twins’) for getting what services are needed.

Article re: “Invisible Disabilities”

Today, I found an article online from the Vancouver Sun. I will copy/paste it below so that it is still there when they remove the links.

This article basically talks about the struggles that the “deaf, deafened and hard of hearing … who are nearly five per cent of the population, or 1.3 million Canadians, according to the most recent data from Statistics Canada. The Canadian Association of the Deaf puts that number much higher, at 10 per cent, estimating that 3.8 million Canadians have hearing loss, with more than 380,000 estimated to be profoundly deaf.” face with accessibility, specifically the lack of captioning, and the fact that local governments could add this to their budgets.

People with ‘invisible disabilities’ are being left out

Governments, especially at the local level, slow to adopt closed-captioning for the hard of hearing by Tyson Burrows Sep 03, 2021 (Vancouver Sun)

After years abroad, Steffani Cameron returned to Ottawa to a disappointing welcome. Despite being hearing impaired, Cameron regularly enjoyed live theatre and, to mark her homecoming, she’d planned a night at the National Arts Centre.

But without captioning, the threads of audio that reached Cameron’s hearing aids weren’t enough for her to piece together and she struggled to understand the performance.

“I didn’t hear any of the dialogue, I missed 90 per cent of what was going on in the show,” she said. “I came home crushed. This experience that I thought was going to be my Canadian welcoming home and everything just left me … depressed.

“I mean, I saw opera in Croatia, and it was completely closed captioned.”

Closed captioning transcribes audio to text, both spoken words and non-speech elements such as sound effects and speaker identification.

Cameron works part-time doing captioning, seeing firsthand how captions improve the accessibility of film and television. But when attending conferences and council meetings, where captions are hardly ever offered, she is always aware of the difference they would make.

Captioning is essential for the deaf, deafened and hard of hearing — people like Cameron — who are nearly five per cent of the population, or 1.3 million Canadians, according to the most recent data from Statistics Canada. The Canadian Association of the Deaf puts that number much higher, at 10 per cent, estimating that 3.8 million Canadians have hearing loss, with more than 380,000 estimated to be profoundly deaf.

Canadians aged 65 and older, 18 per cent of the population, are more likely to be affected, with 12.2 per cent of seniors reporting a hearing disability. Canada’s seniors will make up 23 to 25 per cent of the population by 2036, driving an even greater need for communication accessibility.

Accessibility is an issue that worries many.

Also affected are those who speak English as a second language and those with learning difficulties.

“An informed citizenry is necessary for democracy to flourish,” said B.C. seniors advocate Isobel Mackenzie. “It starts with not just engaging in elections — it’s engaging every day and understanding what’s going on.”

Local government affects our day-to-day lives more than the federal or provincial governments, said Mackenzie. But at the local level, communication accessibility is at its weakest.

Step 1 is the recognition of these “invisible disabilities,” she said. “We need to start pushing the envelope to have that broader understanding that a disability is more than just somebody with physical mobility limitations.” Vancouver, Surrey and Richmond are among B.C.’s largest municipalities, each with a large tax base, and yet none captions council meetings. Victoria, a city of just 92,000, has captioned its council meetings since 2019.

At $10,000 a year for auto-generated captioning, a fraction of Victoria’s more than $260-million budget, Mayor Lisa Helps sees its cost as far from prohibitive. In terms of accessibility, she describes it as “low-hanging fruit.”

“Closed captioning is one thing that councils can do to send the signal that the city is working on accessibility,” Helps said. “It’s really important to me as mayor because we want Victoria to be an inclusive and welcoming place — regardless of people’s ability.”

“It’s about inclusion, having a stronger and more robust democracy. Building an inclusive city creates resilience and creates diversity. And the more people we have engaged in, and able to participate in, council discussions … the better and more resilient democracy we’re going to have locally.”

It takes time and money to address barriers to physical accessibility, Helps said, but that isn’t the case with captioning.

In Vancouver, communications manager Kirsten Langan said that captioning of council meetings is “currently being reviewed by staff” and that the process was “put on hold last year due to budget restrictions resulting from the pandemic.” In Surrey, communications project manager Amber Stowe said the city is “in the process of exploring options,” with only a few events captioned.

Commitment to hearing accessibility varies among other local decision makers, such as park and school boards, regional boards like Metro Vancouver, and transportation authorities like TransLink that all play large roles governing our daily lives.

At Metro Vancouver, “various options for closed captioning are under consideration,” said communications specialist Greg Valou.

At TransLink, which operates across Canada’s largest single transit service area and oversees more than 250 million rider journeys annually, board meetings have been captioned at no cost through YouTube since 2016. The decision to publish to YouTube “was a natural one,” centred on the accessibility of the platform, said TransLink spokesperson Gabrielle Price. “We wanted to ensure that anyone who wants to participate could participate.”

Recent changes to federal legislation pave the way to developing accessibility standards Canada-wide, but without a clear framework for regulation and enforcement, compliance cannot be guaranteed.

Regulation is possible. For example, the Canadian Radio-television and Telecommunications Commission has required Canadian broadcasters to caption 100 per cent of their programming since 2007. Yet accessibility remains unregulated in many other Canadian sectors.

The 2019 federal Accessible Canada Act aims “to make Canada barrier-free by Jan. 1, 2040.” But it applies only to organizations under federal jurisdiction. And any standards set as a result of the act are voluntary and become mandatory only if and when these standards are turned into regulation — something that could take years.

It’s all “aspirational,” Mackenzie said of the federal legislation. “It’s not a bad thing, but it doesn’t get to the meat of what we are going to have to do to improve it.

“For people with physical disabilities, we’re miles ahead of where we were 30 years ago. … So maybe the next 30 years is going to focus on these ‘invisible disabilities.’”

Carla Qualtrough, federal minister for disability inclusion, did not respond to calls.

Retired physician Hugh Jones, at age 78, has relied on hearing aids for over two decades. Before then, he “managed to limp along,” doing what was necessary to cope with his worsening hearing, such as sitting close to those speaking at meetings.

“I’m fortunate that I can afford the really sophisticated hearing aids,” he said. Their price is out of reach for many. But even with hearing aids, he still experiences barriers to accessibility due to the acoustics of some locations, a difficulty closed captioning would help overcome.

Provincially, the schedule for ensuring accessibility regulation is little better than at the federal level. MLA Dan Coulter, B.C.’s parliamentary secretary for accessibility, says change “might be a ways off” and that “standards generally take about two years to develop.”

According to the 2021 Accessible British Columbia Act, these standards are to be developed by an 11-person provincial accessibility committee, and deadlines are loosely defined.

“There is sort of a 10-year timeline that’s laid out in the legislation,” Coulter said. “We don’t want to set up artificial deadlines for anything … There’s no possible way that we could identify every single barrier in society and say we’ll be able to remove them in 10 years.”

To Coulter, the B.C. law enables further steps. “It’s like a skeleton and now (the B.C. government) needs to put meat on the bones.”

But Gabrielle Peters, who calls herself a disabled writer and consultant, said not enough is being done.

Peters was contracted by the Broadbent Institute to do a report to help develop the accessibility legislation in B.C. But when the Accessible British Columbia Act was introduced in April and passed in June, she didn’t see her work reflected in the legislation.

The most important parts of accessibility legislation — clearly defined deadlines and enforcement mechanisms — remain weak, she said.

The act does allow for inspections and fines for non-compliance. The extent of enforcement is vague, compliance is mandated only for the provincial government and “prescribed” organizations, there is no mechanism for complaints to be submitted by the public and there are no timelines for implementation.

“What’s the point? It’s like a wish. It’s like, you might as well open your window and look for a shooting star to wish on,” said Peters.

The Wavefront Centre for Communication Accessibility, formerly the Western Institute for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing, works to eliminate communication barriers across B.C.

CEO Christopher Sutton of Wavefront Centre for Communication Accessibility. Photo by Jason Payne /PNG

“Legislation doesn’t exist in every province or every jurisdiction,” said Wavefront CEO Christopher Sutton, “so there is not really a lot of consistency.”

Ontario passed the Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act in 2005, the oldest legislation of its kind in Canada, establishing the goal of achieving provincewide accessibility by 2025 and requiring Ontario businesses and non-profits to submit compliance reports every three years. Manitoba, in 2013, and Nova Scotia, in 2017, followed suit, passing their own accessibility acts.

“When I’ve worked with municipalities on accessibility, the people that are working on those portfolios, very knowledgeable, very excited, they’re passionate about it,” said Sutton. “But getting it up to the city, the general manager or the city manager, or the budget makers, that’s the challenge. … At the end of the day, a lot of people see the cost for accommodations to be very burdensome, but generally it isn’t.”

YouTube offers free auto-generated captioning, though the quality can be poor if not monitored and edited. Other providers offer auto-generated captioning, supplemented by artificial-intelligence software, for about $10,000 a year. Human-generated, real-time captioning costs $150 an hour or more.

“We need to incorporate accessibility as a budget line item. … It’s a cost of doing business,” Sutton said.

New Westminster city councillor Nadine Nakagawa. Photo by Jason Payne /PNG

In January 2020, New Westminster Coun. Nadine Nakagawa tried to bring closed captioning before her council as part of a motion to address a range of accessibility issues. She worries that, if left to the discretion of municipal governments, changes will be less likely to occur.

“And If we’re waiting for people from the disabled community to raise this, we’re functionally excluding them from being able to be a part of community discussions to start with,” she said. “It’s a way that the status quo replicates itself.”

With the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, priorities shifted. Nakagawa’s motion was set aside.

Accessibility of local government is also of concern to immigrant settlement groups, but they are more concerned with language accessibility. To the Immigrant Services Society of B.C., doing away with lesser-known acronyms and government jargon would increase accessibility across the board.

In 2019, Canada welcomed more than 341,000 new permanent residents. And, some 21.9 per cent of the population had immigrant or permanent resident status in 2016, according to StatsCan.

“What would help more than anything else is a commitment from the (city) councillors, who are doing the speaking, to speak in plain language,” said Lisa Herrera, lead instructional co-ordinator for the society.

When barriers to accessibility are removed, everyone benefits, she said: “If you make something accessible to the people who have the disability, or the people that would have trouble with accessibility, you actually make it more accessible for everybody.”

To people such as Steffani Cameron, the changes needed are clear — and clearly beneficial to all.

“If we’re making it so that it’s only easy for people who are perfectly healthy … then our society is being geared to those people as well, because you’re not hearing everybody who needs to have their voice heard,” she said.

“Until you mandate it, people don’t do it. Nobody’s going to do it unless it’s profitable, and it isn’t profitable to (care) about the hearing impaired.”

Reflections from this weekend

For the past few years, I/we (hubby and I) have been donating towards a scholarship fund at one of my alma maters. I used to have a career in healthcare when I first met my now spouse, and hubby suggested that we create a fund for other women in my field. I looked at the extensive list of scholarships and bursaries for this school and opted to contribute towards one in existence. Due to the circus that is my family, hubby and I weren’t sure that we could commit to a specific amount of money per year and this gave us the flexibility to donate as we were able.

Due to having to advocate for my twins, I have given thought to my own journey with my hearing loss and what advocacy I or my mother had to do. In hindsight, there was very little advocacy needed in my school journey in regards to accessibility. My mother told me that it was actually my grade 1 teacher, Ms. Smith, who advocated to the school that I didn’t need to be in remedial or special ed class – that I was a bright girl who just didn’t hear or speak well. My mother told me this when I was in university as I was reviewing my old school memorabilia and kept seeing “will be going into a NORMAL class” in the next grade. I was perplexed about why that wording was used. I also remember that there were a few cases that my parents had to explain to teachers in my junior high years about what my hearing loss really meant, and thus I ended up being moved in the seating arrangements from alphabetical to visible line of sight (for lip reading).

So last year, I asked the bursary/scholarship office about a disability scholarship that was in the list and its history. It was started by an alumni who is physically disabled. I spoke with this person to ask if they would be open to my adding our funding to this instead of the “women” one. I was told that the terms of the fund were due to be renewed (as it was for a fixed period that was lapsing). I told the scholarship office about this conversation and left it with them to sort out. Totally forgot about this conversation until an email thread this morning.

The conversation is to explore creating a new one and renaming it the “X and Y Accessibility fund.” Upon seeing my surname as the Y, I physically shuddered and replied that “my initial thought is that we don’t need our name on this fund.  It could simply be call “Accessibility Scholarship”.  I grew up with a father who gave away a lot of money but he did not broadcast this fact.  I don’t really know that I am comfortable with our name on it, but I will see what hubby thinks”.

I asked hubby and he agreed. We don’t need our names on anything. I’m not sure that hubby has the same reasoning as I do. I grew up with a heritage of faith and service. While I didn’t grow up in the Mennonite faith, my parents are both Displaced Persons due to their Mennonite faith. It was not openly discussed but there were certain things that we understood in our family. I suppose they are called the “Family Rules” that every family has. They vary, of course, from family to family based on their values and beliefs. I grew up with a strong connection to church. It felt like we were at church even when it wasn’t Sunday. Both of my parents held positions of service in whatever church we were in but in some cases, we were not members for various technical reasons.

The “rules” that I grew up with were:

  1. Do a good a job at whatever you commit to. Don’t commit if you aren’t going to do it.
  2. Don’t quit just because you don’t like something.
  3. Don’t drink, do drugs, have premarital sex. (“Don’t be like your friend so and so” was often said to me when I was in high school.)
  4. Don’t tell people about your money.
  5. Don’t buy something on credit card unless you have the money to pay for it. ALWAYS pay the bottom line of the credit card, not down payments.
  6. Don’t go into debt if you don’t have to.

So to that end, I never had a student loan (it was the parent loan), worked for my living, paid the credit cards in full, etc. Mission was an important aspect for my father. He was often donating to something, The Shantymen’s Ministries, missionaries, Alumni things, the list goes on.

On a rare visit back East to see my family, I mentioned to my mother that we still didn’t have our tax refund yet (it was August) because we were being audited. We had never been audited before but it was our first year to claim the DTC for our children, so it was an obvious irregularity in our finances. My mother’s reply was “oh yes, your father got audited too.” I was shocked. She said that because he donated 80% of his funds to charity, they got audited for 6 years in a row, but after a while they (Revenue Canada) realized that this was just what Dad did and stopped after that.

My father did not broadcast what he donated or to whom. He was not one for titles. So even though he had a PhD, he did not insist on the title “Dr.” I actually didn’t realize that he had a PhD until I was in high school. “Yes. ” my mother replied. “Why do you think we ask for Dr. Y when we call his office?”

My last comment on this blog is about my learning to advocate for accessibility. Last night, hubby and I had a rare date night with dinner and a movie. While in the restaurant, my conversation went back to my “struggle” with my hearing loss. I said “while I know in my head that others struggle with hearing certain things, I also thought that it was my fault when I couldn’t hear things well. And it reminds me of a twitter post or something that I read earlier in the week. It was something along the lines of “able bodied persons making the disabled feel that they have to acclimate to the standards of society, but in reality it should be that society accommodates me and my disability”. I told hubby that I never thought of it that way before because I have had to survive/navigate the world with this hearing loss and it was just a given that I wasn’t going to function as well as I could, but I made do. Having to learn how to be a “tiger mama” and fight for my kids and what they are entitled to has been tough for me as I don’t want to burn a bridge or potential ally, but I think that lately a lot of advocates are just tired of being pushed aside and are raising their voices so that we are loud and in the end, the powers that be, society, whoever, will have to listen.

Ok. I need to go do something else for a while like chores and then back to genealogy stuff. 😉

COVID and my disability – part 2

My mother worked hard to make me function with my hearing loss but not stand out visibly in society as having a disability. A lot of people either don’t realize (until I start to talk) or forget that I have hearing loss. People with hearing loss speak as we hear. I was told that due to my hearing loss, I apparently center my speech further back in my mouth so that the sound vibrations are closer to my ears… (or some sort of odd explanation like that) hence my voice pitch is lower than most. (This makes sense as I don’t hear high pitches well.)

I have met people who later tell me that they knew I “had something” but they weren’t sure if I was deaf or hearing impaired. (until I told them, which I do at times when I need to tell them that I lip read, meaning “stop mumbling!!”) over the years, I have had some interesting conversations that range from thought provoking to down right rude. (One conversation began with “Do you know sign language?” to which I replied after a stunned pause with “No, I don’t know any deaf people” to which he replied with “Oh so you just wear a hearing aid.”)

COVID has shown me how well I do/not function, as I have had to be in on Zoom calls, supervise my children in their online school sessions, go to the store, medical appointments, etc where I have to wear the mask and be with others who use the masks as well. We did a year of online school with my children where I bounced between screens/rooms to help my children with their “listening” and assignments. I learned that I didn’t always get everything that was said because it was muffled, we were in a class with a bunch of 8-10 year olds, or frankly I was bored. If my kids hadn’t had their EAs, I would have missed a lot of things necessary to make sure that my twins got the work done.

During the year, I had school/child related meetings to attend and so I learned a lot about TEAMS, and Zoom. I liked Zoom meetings in that I didn’t have to leave my house and drive anywhere, find parking, sit in a large room with questionable acoustics to hear information that may or may not be new/relevant to what I want to know. Some Zoom meetings that I attended such as the ones with BCED Access had an interpreter and manually entered closed captions, that a panel member volunteered to do. Other meetings were my local PAC or District PAC (Parent Advisory Committee) and I somehow ended up on a newly launched Inclusion of Diverse Learners Committee. I look forward to seeing how this evolves and whether it helps/impacts the targeted cohort.

In going out in public with mask wearing, customer service has been interesting. There are many times when I had to explain that I read lips, and the other person was able to accommodate by stepping back and removing their mask so that I could read their lips, which was helpful. Other times, I’m sure that I had inappropriate replies/responses to whatever was said (which I likely do/did regardless of this mask-wearing times that we have/are experiencing). I had various people on Facebook point out variations of this mask for me. Obviously forgetting the fact that I would need to hand them out to others to wear, not that I would the one wearing it. (FYI, there are some scary looking pics on the internet of the various versions of these.) What I should have worn was one of these pictured below, which is a moot point now I suppose.

I got fully vaccinated last month but lament that my children are too young to get it. Even if they were of age, I’m sure it would be a battle for us with at least one of them (which one I’m not sure at the moment) as I have read of other facebook posts by other parents who asked where they could go with their ASD child.

As my children have a heart condition, I consider them to have a compromised immunity hence hubby and I still wear masks when we do errands, even though we see others who do not.

I’m still stunned when I see posts on social media that people are camping (near the BC forest fires), or travelling to the other end of the country to visit family. I get that everyone makes their choices, but I can’t imagine travelling ANYwhere as we are STILL in a pandemic. While people are/getting vaccinated, we are still hearing reports about case numbers going up. This past week, the BC government advised/ordered “Regional restrictions for gatherings, exercise and restaurants are in place for people who live in Kelowna, West Kelowna, Peachland, Lake Country and on Westbank First Nations lands (Central Okanagan Local Health Area)” as per the gov.bc.ca website 4 days ago due to yet another outbreak. While I would love to travel, there is no where that I need to go urgently. Yes I would like to see my 80 something mother and my family back East, but we will not be risking it to go on a plane anytime soon. I have told hubby that we shouldn’t plan any travel until 2022, which is fine for our budget as we usually alternate between travel or home renos. This Spring, I had landscaping done to improve our gardens. (and then the heat dome thing happened and scorched my new plants. *sigh) I still dream of going back to Vegas to see shows or someday (in the far far future) going on another cruise.

In regards to my disability status and travel, it is the rare time that I use this option. I have flown a lot of place in my life, in fact, I was hours old and traveled on a helicopter to another province for medical care. It wasn’t until my early 20’s that I started using my hearing loss to benefit me. I board the plane early (when they say people in 1st class or who need extra time to board) so that I can put my stuff away. 🙂 I have never been questioned about my being in the early line. Hubby has benefited from this as well. I usually pick the left side of the plane so that my right ear, the good ear, is closest to the flight crew when they ask if I want a drink. I have learned not to indicate this on my ticket though or I can’t sit in the exit row with my VERY tall husband who needs the leg room. Over the years, we sit wherever we can on the plane. As he needs the leg room, I have booked him us in separate rows to accommodate his leg room need. To be fair, we are both tall, but he is 6’7 and I am only 5’9. The background noise on the plane has been something that I had gotten used to. I rarely know what the pilot is saying, but I suppose most people don’t.

I have also learned that to use this hearing loss thing to get me better seats when we have attended FanCons. On our 10th anniversary, we went to Vegas to the 50th convention of Star Trek. It was great, but we were in the middle of a HUGE auditorium. It is was our first time at any convention and I spent a lot of time looking at screens rather than the actual person. We have since been to Supernatural Con once, and FanExpoVancouver 2x. I saw that there was an ASL group there and inquired. Hubby was allowed to jump the assigned ticket entrance because he was my “companion”. So I got to sit in the first 2 rows marked as “reserved for deaf”. I got to meet the lovely group of 4 or 5 that attended and the ASL interpreters to ask about their work. Sitting up front helped my enjoyment of the experience greatly as these where in MASSIVE ballrooms where the acoustics are even more fun (not).

Oh yes, and can’t forget the time that I was the co-chair for the national conference of my professional association. I got to wear a blue tooth type device (t-loop) for the conference. Had I known that it was an option to ask for in previous years, I would have heard/understood SOOO much more. Alas, that was my last year in my profession before I retired/burnt out so I don’t have any more conferences to attend in that vein.

As mentioned in my last post, I entered the digital age in my 20’s, but my latest aid came with yet another gizmo that I LOVE. It is called a ComPilot. It is hooked to my TV and I wear it to watch my shows. It is a T Loop; you wear it like a necklace and the sound comes through your aid. I no longer have to blast the volume, which is something that hubby does these days it seems, AND I have learned that I can mute the TV but hear the show regardless. My family has to wait for me to mute it or I can’t hear them speak to me.

Well I have to go to another medical appointment soon. This time it is just me.

Me and my disability – Part 1

I looked at what has been posted and I realize that it is a bit disjointed, but then that is what life has been like .. not just because of COVID times, but this is just how things are. How I have likely always been.

On twitter, I follow various local persons related to Autism interests, and advocacy that I likely need to aware of. I also follow various disability advocates as well.

Since having my children, I have been thrust into an alien world; learning about autism (previously unknown to me), learning about supports for my children, financial concerns like RESPs, and also about RDSPs. I have been fortunate to be able to provide these things for my children, but I realize that there are those parents out there who can not. We are fortunate that we can pay for our twins’ services out of pocket without too much deficit.

This has been frustrating to me in general, the definitions of disability. I suppose that technically I am disabled as I am hard of hearing. I have had this since birth and have worn hearing aids since I was 4. Yet, by the standards outlined by Revenue Canada, I do not qualify for Disability services, Disability Tax Credits, or a Registered Disability Savings Plan(RDSP).

My hearing loss is severe; I do not hear high pitches – birds, cell phones, pagers, fire alarms. I started by wearing bilateral analog “behind the ear” hearing aids, and then in high school, I did the “in the ear” type, mostly because of my vanity. I thought that the other type was too noticeable. I also gave up on wearing 2 in my teens as it either squealed (feedback like a microphone) or was an “expensive ear plug”. I wore that type for at least a decade, and had to be talked out of it by my new audiologist as the “behind the ear” type is appropriate for my type of loss. She convinced me to get a single digital “behind the ear” in the right ear. This was the first time that I bought my own, as I had finally started my career (luckily with benefits that included hearing aid coverage). I was 28 or 29.

As a child, my speech was impaired because, of course, you say what you hear. Large rooms with high ceilings and crowds were not fun. Gym class was awful. In elementary school, I would be pulled from class to work with a speech therapist on my “S” and “F” as I did not say these well. I still have difficulty with “s” to this today. Mississippi is fine, but “Sam” may be heard as “fan”. It took a long time for me to learn that people mishearing things that I say is not always my fault.

Over the years, you learn to adjust how you function. I unconsciously learned the skill of lip reading. The year that I had the professor who was a closed lip talker with a strong Scottish accent was hard on me. My third year of my Masters degree was the first time that I had to tell a teacher about this issue. As I had been taught to just do my best and try not to dry attention to myself or my hearing loss/struggles.

I remember going to see one of the Lord of the Rings movies with my sister, (a rare thing, as we were both home for Christmas and hadn’t lived together since I was 16) and she said that she had a hard time hearing the movie and understanding it, especially the part with the Elves (Liv Tyler and others). She asked how I managed in movies “like that”. I told her that is how it always is for me at movies and I just get the gist from the scenes. When I dated my husband, he learned to ask if there was anything I needed explained from the movie. I would say, “well it was about a guy who worked at a _____ and this group of terrorists came to steal the “thing”…” and he would cut me off and say, oh this is what you missed them saying/explaining at the beginning. ” I sort of hated that he did this as it made me feel dumb sometimes and ruined my enjoyment of the movie.

Over the years, things have improved. We go to Cineplex and they have closed caption system that is fabulous. It can been a hassle at times as not all the movies that I want to see have CC or run in theatres where the CC works, even though it may be advertised as such. Their previous “Rear Window” system sucked as you had to be in a certain area of the theatre to use it, and this was before you reserved seating. So I wasn’t about to tell someone that I need them to move so that I could watch Harry Potter or Marvel movies. Also the staff often had NO clue how it worked either. With the current system, you get a personal device that you put in your cup holder that you can adjust to your height, etc. As you can see, the lines of dialogue are divided on the 3 lines, and also they are like blinders. Only I can see it in front of me, it will not bother the people next to you except that they will look at you weird wondering what that “thing” is. Hubby has looked over my shoulder at times to see a) what does it look it b) what the hell was that line that I missed? It works well for the most part, although there are times when it misses dialogue. Sometimes it will even give the song lyrics, which is also cool. This device and my Scene points have vastly increased my movie going experience for the past decade.

Personal In-Theater Closed Caption Viewing Device

I didn’t start using closed captions/subtitles until I moved here to BC. One day, a friend from back home was visiting and playing with the remote on my TV and turned it on by accident. I remember saying “WAIT! No. Don’t turn it off! How did you get that?!” I have used CC ever since and my tech saavy hubby had to figure out how to download subtitles for me for all shows and movies. In the late 2000’s, he had to burn the subtitles onto the DVD and on occasion, the synchronization would be off thus spoiling my enjoyment. As the years progressed, he learned about digitization and on demand CC as we have used ROKU for at least a decade. I still worry that if something happens to him, (hospital, divorce -not likely, or death) that I will never be able to watch TV again as I can never figure out getting the captions, (even though he has shown me numerous times how to do it). I have, on occasion, watched a show without the use of CC but I can only do it when I know the show well, and it is not a complex plot. I did this for Big Bang Theory or Charmed, but CANNOT do this for any Law & Order, NCIS or that type of show.

My children are now 9, and will be 10 next month! They understand that I need to wear my hearing aid to hear them better; that I am not deaf without it; but they are also 9, with autism and now ADHD (as of December 2020) so I still have to repeatedly remind them that I can holler from another room at them, but that if they want something from me, that they have to come to the room that I’m in. (Not fair, I’m sure, but such is life in my house) They still haven’t really grasped the complexities of my hearing loss (remember the not hearing fire alarms, birds etc) and so I am often frustrated as I cannot really have conversations with them in the car when I pick them up from school because I’m driving and they are behind me.

Well that’s enough for now.

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