Losing my voice

I have lost my voice.

Yesterday morning I woke up and it wasn’t there.  Just a hoarse, painful whisper left in its place.

Given I’m a relatively orderly person, I must presume that its absence is the result of this viral infection my body is currently fighting rather than some absentmindedness on my part.

And I miss it.

And yet, I have only lost my voice temporarily and physically.  It will return in a few days – and in the meantime, I can write emails and blog posts and whisper to my family.  And I find myself wondering what it must be like for those who do not have a voice to start with – the poor, the oppressed, the young – and those whose voice has been taken from them – the tortured, the beaten, the abused, the murdered.

From my place of privilege, I cannot imagine what it must be like to live a non-privileged, indeed a forgotten, life.  While I may be ill right now, I still have access to affordable healthcare, clean water to drink, the internet to keep me amused – which means I have both electricity and literacy – a house large enough to pace around, books I can read, a husband who cares for me and is willing to share the household load, and (despite their protestations) my children are not actually starving because I am sick.

Perhaps I should stop reading social anthropology texts while I am ill?  (In this instance, Paul Farmer’s Pathologies of Power)

Or perhaps I should, while enjoying and appreciating my privileged life, do my utmost to ensure that my privilege does not come at the price of someone else’s voice.

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Author: verdant1

belly dancer, mother, student, public servant, shaman, knitter, sister, feminist, gardener and a lot more...

4 thoughts on “Losing my voice”

  1. Thanks for the encouragement, Jen.
    And it’s been a good reminder for me too, especially at a time when I not feeling anything much except sick of being sick (I hate viruses!)

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  2. I lost my voice last week! Had 3 days off work, wanted to come visit you for coffee, but could not call, and did not want to share my Laryngitis (I cannot spell that!). I missed my voice too. Even the dog ignored me because I could not talk to her. I felt as though if I coughed hard enough it may come back up my throat from wherever it was hiding. But it didn’t for 3 days. I did a lot of sewing. And surfing. So now I am in sexy husky mode, although humming to the radio still produces no sound (maybe someone is trying to tell me something there). It is a post hand-in virus, I should have warned you. If you had finished something important in the weeks preceeding, it gets you!

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    1. Utmost empathy! Shall we try for coffee later this week instead?
      I’m now at the croaking phase after five days of whispers. Aiming for husky – but haven’t got there yet! Interesting though, I’m getting more sympathy now for croaking and sounding ill (but otherwise mostly better – except the mucus thing. Nuff said!), than when I coudln’t talk at all. Weird – and probably a lesson in that somewhere if I could be bothered looking right now. But today I’ve also got the sinus-full pounding headache thing. Yuck!!

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