My father was prescribed hearing aids. He never fancied them but would wear them for more important occasions, like when he had to present at an event. Over time, he learned to lip-read. Dad couldn't get the volume to his liking and complained of ringing in his ears. As his Alzheimers progressed, it was challenging to help him place them comfortably in his ears, and when we would approach him with them to try them out again, he would say, "Those are not mine." Dad could hear better when the volume of our conversations increased. Nancy Team Member