Really? I did. I wasn't found to be deaf until I was seven and a half. I could understand very basic things, but I couldn't communicate. I had to associate mouth movements with certain things. I remember I did something bad one day, and I remember lip-reading Dad saying, "You've been bad today." I can still play the footage back in my head, what, 43 years later? I guess because I learned to lip-read, the addition of sound through hearing aids magnified the ability to discern even more. Somehow, I shot through Sunshine's four-year program in a year and a half and had to be mainstreamed in the second grade. I only had speech therapy for four years. I was in band by the fifth grade.
Today, I work retail, and I am exposed to customers from all over the world, the hardest to understand being the Chinese and the Russians. Once in a while I have Boomhauer's distant cousin from England. There is NO making sense of what they say!
Don't get me wrong; grade school was a pain to get through... I remember in the early days I used to fight all the time, and by the time I got to the 4th grade and I was in the principal's office, I just turned butt out, got my licks, and went back to class a little sore. (Snicker) A boy I once fought with was sent with me to the office. I got my licks, and it was his turn. He freaked out and was scared. Oh, he cried his arse off in fear of the well-oiled belt of pain. Oh, such the fear in his voice. I wanted to laugh out like the Son of Death! I recall we didn't fight again after that. I started calming down by 6th grade, and I was struggling to keep up because I wanted to go outside and play or go out in the field after school. I was pretty much the cave kid... I resented having to write papers. It felt very much like they were training you how to be "yes" people.