THExistential
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I've been hard of hearing since birth. Early in life, my parents thought I had severe ADHD, autism, or possibly some congenital disorder previously unknown causing a mental-developmental disorder. (the previous statement here was removed due to being worded wrong, and apparently bad enough so to encourage ignoring the rest of the post.)
But that was all only until around 4 or 5, when we finally learned that I was all right- I was just "hearing impaired." Bam- hearing aid. Move on as usual right?
Well, for me, not right. I'm sure some of you may have had the same problem, perhaps, with hearing parents trying to integrate us as much as possible into the hearing world as if nothing is wrong at all. And essentially, nothing IS wrong, however; the problem lies in that we are never given the chance to be in a world where we aren't playing ketchup all the time. (I hate ketchup.)
So, fast forwarding, I was raised and taught that I was a hearing person, that nothing was disabled, that my life would carry on like all the kids around me. The hearing kids. The ones that made me feel different, no matter how hard my parents tried to show me that I wasn't. The ones that laughed at me and stereotyped me in with the kids that need special education, too slow, and not worth their time.
Now, after having met just a few people around my age-- one deaf, one hard of hearing-- I recognize that I am different, yes, but rather than try to hide the fact or make it less of a problem, rather than ignoring the possibilty that my hearing will degenerate into nothing (and it has, truly, gotten progressively worse.)-- rather than all that, embrace it. Recognize it. cherish the person I am because of the challenges that I alone faced, that I have become a more open-minded and intellectual, strong minded person that I am.
I'm so glad that I no longer hate myself for not being a part of the hearing world around me, but regret that I wasn't able to grow also a huge part of the world that I really am a part of. I wish my parents would have allowed me to learn ASL as a secondary language-- JUST IN CASE. When I was out swimming, at home, whatever without them in. Just in case... you know what... really did happen.
And the hearing world isn't worth pining over. Just like back-in-junior-high heartthrobs-- what are they really, to me? what are they to who I become in life? The hearing world is a place of ignorant inconsiderate assholes that make me hate what I am, but sometimes empathetic, eager and patient people that make me feel like a zoo exhibit that can answer questions.
So, I just want to hear (ha) what all of YOU have been through with being a deaf/HoH person in the hearing world, if you may have grown up "under the rock" like me, and how your being part of the deaf community/hearing community has affected your outlook on the two ,and yourself.
Sorry I rant. My thoughts train out and I type as fast as I think, so... yeah
EDIT: moderators can just come and delete this thread.
I came onto this website finally so HAPPY to be able to confide in people that I felt could probably understand so much of where I come from. I've never had people that knew what it was like for me struggling with my HoH and progressive future deafness.
I was trying to connect with people like me, trying to seek some sort of solace in a place where my differences didn't make life harder for me after a day dealing with people that make me feel like a piece of crap for being hearing impaired.
But it's the internet and even if the internet is the only place I can connect with people that might understand me, it'll never work after all.
Thanks for showing me that I don't have any right to hope for a place in the deaf/HoH world I've always been deprived of after a life of knowing nothing but being beat down and shut out. But I guess the members of alldeaf don't think I belong here either because they agree with the hearies that I'm just a "retard." I'll leave you all to carry on.
if anyone is interested in what I was trying to say, it'll be in the blog part of my profile.
EDIT 2: all I wanted was to start a discussion where maybe I could identify my story with those of others who may have been in similar situations, different situations (to learn the difference between the way i grew up, and the way i could have grown up), and maybe gain insight to some things I have yet to learn about the culture I should have been a proud part of my whole life and wasnt given the chance to have been.
Please try to criticize me constructively. I have feelings too, even though this is the internet. I leave the first edit to show that my feelings are a part of what I choose to reveal, and that I do hope for respect. I certainly didn't mean to offend anyone, or undermine anyone's intelligence, it was sarcasm. I apologize.
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