Sex interpretation
Southern, sweetie, when I'm with my Deaf/Hard-of-Hearing/Oral Deaf/Latened Deafened/DeafBlind friends, I always intepret
everything, a lot of times, to the distain of the Hearing people, "No! Don't don't interpret that!"
I remember, one of my DeafBlind then-friends, Barry, was at the house of my HearingBlind friend, Nader. To make things worse, Nader is a Muslim, and Barry is a Jew. Nader has one Hard-of-Hearing roommate, Kirk, and one Oral Deaf roommate, John. Nader has lost a lot of his sense of touch, so Deaf people can't really fingerspell into his hands. They must speak. Barry is not totally Blind. He's Low-Vision, so he can see signs of White hands against a black shirt. (If the interpreter is Black, then he can see the signs against an off-white shirt.) He can speak well, but Nader had some problems understanding his speech. Nader tried to fingerspell to Barry, but Nader was wearing a white shirt, so I interpreted. Anyway, Nader is Straight, but Barry is Gay and had no problem talking about his sexuality. Nader's mom, Linda, talked about how it's a sin, then when she saw me signing, she exclaimed "No! Don't don't interpret that!" Barry went on to say something to the effect of how Homosexualily is normal and Heterosexuality is abnormal. Nader had just about had it up to here, but after a while, Nader's whole family stopped seeing me as part of the conversation and more of a conduit of the conversation. They realized that if they didn't want Barry to respond to something, they shouldn't ask me not to interpret it. They just shouldn't say it, just like if they were talking to anyone else.
IMHO, in any situation, I try to interpret as much as possible and leave the fact that I am interpreting as a medium of the conversation.
Another example occured, when I was at a LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transexual) get-together. There was a Hearing woman, who only knew how to fingerspell, and I thought it was rude to leave her out of the conversation, so I interpreted for her, however, some of the Hearing people who were signing, found this distracting, because they found it very strange to hear someone else's interpretation of what they were signing. In a way, it sounded like an annoying echo. I solved this by scooting next to her more closely and whispering my interpretation in her ear. She also found it much more enjoyable, because when she wanted to add her comments, all she had to do was talk, and I would interpret for her. It was just like as if she was talking to anybody else.
This annoying echo hasn't only occured with sign-to-voice, it's also occured with voice-to-sign. When I was with Barry in Boystown (the gay area of Chicago), we met one of my Hearing Gay friends. When Barry would sign, I would voice, but as soon as I started voicing, my friend would look at me. "What are you trying to read my lips?" "No, but you're talking, so I should make eye contact." "No, I'm not talking to you. Barry's talking to you." "Oh, ok," but as soon as I resumed voicing, my friend looked at me out of reflex. I guess Hearing people have a habit of turing their attention to something they hear. Also, because Barry is DeafBlind, when my friend voiced, I couldn't stand behind him, to interpret. I had to stand close to Barry, so he found it hard to speak, since he saw that annoying echo, when I was signing. Luckily, we found a situation with better lighting, and I was able to stand behind him and interpret.
When I was with a different DeafBlind friend of mine, David and a Hard-of-Hearing friend of mine, Stuart, we went to Berlin night club in Boystown. One drunkard came up and asked what we thought of the change in music at Berlin. I was about to butt in, but I decided that it's better to let my friends answer for themselves. When my friends responded that they couldn't even really hear the music in the first place, the idiot responded with, "Well can't you feel the vibrations?" David turned to me and signed, "Need help?" I told him to keep signing, and the drunkard just kept watching. He finally said, "Ok, I'm gonna' go. I just wanted to say goodbye." Yech! I was really glad to know sign, so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I decided that if any other troll was going to come up to us, I was just gonna' sign to my friends and not pay attention to the voice. Sufice'd to say, I didn't have any more problems that night.
Well, no, that's a lie. David isn't totally Blind. He has Usher Syndrome, so he has difficulty seeing in the dark. The lighting got worse, as more people came in. When David wanted to signed something, I didn't understand, I asked him to speak it, but he has a speech impediment and the loud music didn't help either. I felt bad, as most of our conversation was either him or me saying, "What?"
I'm not a slave to my Deaf friends, though. When Barry and I were walking through boystown, he asked me to describe things to him, in sign, which he couldn't see. He asked, "What's this building?" when we walked in front of Steamworks. "Oh, this is the bath house." "OH REALLY! TAKE ME! INTERPRET FOR ME!" I decided that would
not work, so I signed, "Ok, first, you don't need me to interpret, because no one really talks anyway, and second, I'm not going in there now."