This is how I was raised... no... its said this way... feel how I'm saying it. I was not born Deaf, but there have always been sounds I have never been able to hear... I was raised to be ashamed of who I was, I was raised to think there was something wrong with me. I'm just now realizing there is nothing wrong with me, I am who I am, and yes, I will be completely deaf in a matter of years, and I'm now OK with that.
I didn't see my mom for quite a while after I moved to college, because I was resentful of her attitude towards who I am. I was, and still sometimes am, resentful of the fact that she wouldn't let me learn ASL when I was younger, and her and my teachers would tie my hands behind my back so I couldn't use my "home made" signs. She would sit with me, make me practice my speech, make my practice my lip reading. Telling me, no its pronounced like this, no you say it this way... no thats not what I said...
In high School I wasn't allowed to even meet the one other dhh girl in my school, because she had a CI, and she used sign... the one year we were put in the same class, my mom made my principal switch me out of the class, because "that could be detrimental to Ash's progress, that could be detrimental to her mental health..." what she didn't realize is that she was detrimental to my mental health at that time... always telling me, you need to be more hearing, you need to hide your hearing aids, you need to act normal... why can't you just be normal? It was hard growing up like that... It was hard feeling like there was something wrong with me. She was more accepting of the fact I was gay, then the fact that her daughter was going deaf. It was because of everyone's attitudes around me, because I felt so wrong... that I tried to kill myself... I will NEVER let this happen to my children. They will be loved for who they are, not what they can or can't do. They will be loved and know that whoever they are, is fine with me.