You are a rare breed, because that is my experience when it comes to hearing women as well. At least in my younger years. I found as I got older, it really didn't matter much. But in my younger years, yes, women usually wanted nothing to do with a deaf guy. Because I couldn't hear that well. They didn't want to deal with it. I remember, one woman I talked to, told me she didn't want to catch my disease. Ah what?
But if you are willing to go the extra step and work with him. Anything is possible. It also goes both ways. He will have to make and effort with you as well. If he's willing. If he is, give it a shot and take it as far as it goes.
Most of my relationships were broken up with the fact that she wouldn't meet me halfway. Always wanting to talk on the phone instead of texting or using IM or Webcam. What's the point of the phone when I miss 75% of what is being said because I can't lipread her. It really didn't help our relationship, it actually hurt it. In the end we parted ways.
Your teachers are idoits. Learning ASL is like learning French or German. Basically another language. If you want to learn ASL, go ahead and learn it. I know the basic just to get my point across if I need too. Might take a while, but I can at least communicate.
I remembered in HS, my 9th grade math teacher was asking for a response to an answer. Math was my strongest subject. So he randomly calls out a student for the answer. With him walking around in the classroom, I 'thought' he called me. So I gave out the answer. He made some comment that hurt me and the rest of the class laughed with him, so I ignored him for the rest of the class. Little did I know, there was this girl in the classroom, who was hearing. Who told my Earth Science Teacher what happened. He was my favorite teacher because in order to get me motivated, he played chess with me. Every time I did my homework, he would let me make a move and I really loved chess. He asked me about my math teacher and offered to say something him. I told him no, it's no big deal. I told him 'same shit, different day'. When I came to school the next day, I had a totally different math teacher. Apparently, Mr Maxwell (my science teacher) did say something. The mean math teacher was suspended for the remainder of the school year. (for the life of me I can't remember the math teacher's name, when we get hurt we block out the negatives of our lives and hold onto the positives.)
I am not all the familiar with Usher's Syndrome. Maybe someone with more knowledge than I, would be able to give you some more suggestions.
But the bottom line is this. If you both can meet each other halfway and make it work. Go for it.
