http://www.deafeducation.org/stories/whyangry.html
Before I start, I want to make it very clear that I am not at all angry with my (hearing) parents or any other members of my family who made any decisions for me when I was a child.
They weren't to know - having only had biased information from doctors and so-called 'educationalists' - the fake 'experts' - who thought they knew all about deafness. They lied to my parents and told them it was better to speak than to sign, then they lied again and told them that I should wear hearing aids, when they must have known they didn't work!
I am totally Deaf. I cannot hear. Which part of that is hard to understand?
My parents understood part of it. My mum never forced me to wear a hearing aid. In fact she told me to take it off during the school holidays because my ear-mould didn't fit and it whistled annoyingly!
So why would I be angry with my parents? They did what they thought best, which is what any parent would do.
They never made me do anything I didn't want to. For example, when I first heard about cochlear implants at the age of 11, I went to my parents in a panic and begged them not to make me have a 'box in my head'. They told me I didn't need one; I was just fine as I was. I was so relieved.
I sign now, and my parents accept that too, because I am happy.
So why am I angry? Because so many lies have been told, to me as well as to my parents:
I am angry because the teachers at my oral Deaf school told me I couldn't be a journalist, but I was one for seven years.
I am angry because those same teachers told me British Sign Language (BSL) was not a real language and I shouldn't use it, but it is my preferred language now!
I am angry because those teachers again told us that Deaf adults who used BSL were like monkeys. But these Deaf adults are my role models, my ancestors, and those teachers denied me my history!
I am angry because my speech therapist made me cry when I couldn't say my name the way she wanted me to. But now I say my name how I want to, and I have a sign name too.
I am angry because I couldn't lip-read most of my school teachers, and they were allowed to get away with this, even though they couldn't communicate with their pupils. But I got my A Levels by asking my friends to interpret what our 'teachers' were mumbling about.
I am angry because they ridiculed me and my friends if we signed, denied us opportunities to a full education, and then, just before we left school, they told us we 'weren't ready for the outside world', due to their own oppression.
I am angry because doctors experiment on my peers, trying to 'cure' or 'fix' us when we aren't broken.
I am angry because we have survived the system, when we should have just lived. I am also angry and extremely sad when some people don't survive it.
I could go on, but I won't. Instead, I will tell you some more truths…
Now, I am happy. I live life to the full, I feel a real person, not the 'half person' or 'second class citizen' those teachers, audiologists and speech therapists made me feel I was.
I have both Deaf and hearing friends, and I live, work and play mostly in the Deaf community. There's no community quite like it, it's rich and vibrant and very alive! I've been to university, got a media degree (using BSL), did some time as a journalist and then moved on to academic research. Now, I'm an activist, writer, tutor and translator.
Did my teachers advise me to do these things? No. I am an activist because of people like them. I am a writer, tutor and translator despite them. Think about this point, perhaps?
Look beyond the ears - my ears don't work, but so what? I don't need them for anything except to keep my glasses from falling off. I have my hands and eyes to communicate, and I have my soul to be happy within.
Jen Dodds
jenkd@hotmail.com