Hi. Some folks pointed me here from a main forum when I introduced myself there. I guess I should probably introduce myself here before I start posting. I'll go into detail more than on the other forum. (You can skim or skip it if it's too long.)
My name is Allen. I'm 23 and late deafened.
I was born hearing and became deaf for a year when I was in kindergarten.
My mother took me to the doctor because one of my teachers thought I was autistic. I was always a strange child, so my mother was surprised and momentarily relieved to learn I was deaf. The doctor had no idea why it happened. I went through numerous ENT, ID, and audiology appointments but still no clear cause. Then all of the I sudden got my hearing back... though it took a while for everyone else to figure out because I still didn't respond when people called my name.
I've used BSL as a kid, so I took ASL in high school because and I wanted to become an interpreter. I planned to go to CSUN to take Deaf Studies with a concentration on interpreting. However, I became ill in high school. My doctor at the time couldn't figure out what was wrong but I had a lot of inflamation so she gave me a high dose of aspirin. I'd never taken asprin before so I didn't know I was allergic. I got really bad tinnitus. It eventually went away for the most part but I was left with unilaterial hearing loss. About a year later it became evident that I had been loosing my hearing slowly due to complications from Still's Disease.
I was upset at first when I was becoming deaf. Luckily, I didn't really get the chance to be depressed. A high school ASL teacher told me, "Well you sign so it's not a big deal. Plus, now you'll pay attention in class".:roll: I went to CSUN anyway for the first two year of college and took Deaf Studies-Human Services Option. I didn't really notice my hearing loss as much while I was there because most people I encountered regularly there signed or were deaf and the school was accommodating. I was actually thankful to be deaf because aside from ASL my friends taught me regular communication skills which for some reason or other I'd simply failed to learn.
I moved back to San Francisco two years ago to finish my degree (now Social Work). I don't really have any deaf friends here and most of my friends here don't sign and because I speech read and guess well they sometimes forget I'm can't hear. However, I'm working on them! I've slowly trained them to automatically walk on my left side. Hehe... but it IS training! They usually forget why they're on my left other than it seems odd to be on my right.
Recently though I found out I've lost a bit of my peripheral vision. Apparently my ocular pressure is too high and my optic nerve is thinning so I'm a high risk for becoming blind. Being deaf never was very scary to me but loosing my sight is causing me to be anxious, worried, and depressed at times. I'm an artist and also speech reading is my main way of communicating with my lazy but lovable signing impaired friends (as well as the rest of the hearing world). It's also been a bit of a hazard lately since my service dog has developed selective hearing... so she'll continue to lead me into an intersection because the signal is chirping even if she hears cars turning right from behind us.