I'm seeing all kinds of mobility issues that are in addition to Deafness. That's cool. But I must agree, that if you can walk, that's the way to go. I suppose there ARE a few other rare reasons one might be normally mobile, Deaf, and still need a spot. Late Deaf people often feel handicapped before (and IF) they integrate into Deaf Culture and find out they do not have to be handicapped. Others are "handicapped" by sudden deafness and never seem to be able to capitalize the d in Deaf.
Still, the default seems kind of obvious that if you can walk it, it's the thing to do. I'm a late Deafie and I find that taking advantage of loopholes and such makes it harder to embrace my Capital D.
I'll share some more to your wondeful thoughts.
When we were children and I first went to (Bear with me) deaf school, my brother and sister occassionally wanted to learn the "Good" signs or signs that are very ... showy and entertaining. For example Porcupine. In the east that means you are making many spikes along one forearm to the elbow which says Porcupine. Sister always fell over laughing for whatever reason. Dad might smile. Essentially I was entertainment. Not for intent to learn my new language.
One night my father collapsed laughing at the dinner table when I explained how we managed to have a school wide snowball fight between two sets if not three whole dorms one winter night. After he calmed down he had a mental picture of say 50 deaf coming at your team signing in silence instead of yelling whatever because there was 60 of us waiting on them. The word yelling to him as a hearing did not compute because how is a deaf kid able to do snowballs and yell? You savvy?
My mother made a attempt to learn as did my wife. Wife did better but mother suffered bone injuries that HC her ability in the wrists. Ice skating left her with partial healing. So signing did not come out right without excessive finger spelling.
Anyway, Father loved his music (Beethoven, mozart etc etc etc) and one day a virus hit him in his sleep woke up deaf in one ear. That was where the battle was fought and won by his immune system in the night against the invader whatever it was.
He is sorry he did not really treat sign language seriously but I suppose has made some adjustments later in life to use what is left to him.
Now.
When I was in Bear School off Warwick Ave in Baltimore at 6, the year before going to Columbia in Maryland, there were two classmate hearing girls one black and one white, both about 9. And a product of downtown baltimore. I was in Bear School for one school year with them and the education I gained from those two girls when the teacher was away was valid all my life when I went into dangerous places in trucking. The first lesson I learned from those two was Im deaf. SO EFFING WHAT? Get in there and get the game resolved whatever it was. (I used to keep out of group activies with hearing children my age in kindergarden etc with one exception at John Archer years prior) So I was not handicapped being deaf. Now what?
Part of being at Bear School also involved MacDonough School downtown a few blocks away, a total BLACK school. A lawless place too. I recall classmates having snub nose 38's snuck in on themselves for protection at a tender age of 9 or 10 or so. They took a little time to teach me how to use it. Which probably is not the approved educational material. I was the one deaf white boy and bait to these people when they realized my family failed to teach me the racial issues then raging in Baltimore city just after the riots of 68' So I got educated on that. We got along famously believe it or not. I had a gift of being able to learn whatever a people might be wherever they are at and fit in. What we would call Bigotry was destroyed before it had a chance to evolve at MacD so I am thankful to those folks for teaching me their culture such as it was then.
Well, things got interesting when I got into the deaf system in maryland. The staff would bend over backwards telling us we had potential and special and so forth. It would take years to eliminate the indoctrination damage. The State had their interests served by molding us kids a certain idealolgy. That included being a victim, I am deaf, therefore I am handicapped therefore I need all of this technology, services and people etc etc etc etc.
What a mess.
Much of the stressors in the mind and life going into Puberty with my girl (Both deaf and later hearing) was resolved in many ways when they took the time to erase the damage that the state has done.
I am not mad with the state. The education we got and the language I gained was the key to my adult freedom. To live the life the way I want to. And how.
I dont mind being deaf. I dont mind being hearing. But I keep very few people in my life from both cultures who understand me perfectly. And damn few. Maybe less than ten total in real life. Im losing one every few years as they pass on in some cases too young. I do sometimes wonder if I am alone in life what I would have to do to be with deaf? I rather just leave it and cross that bridge someday if necessary.