Quoting removed_Freaky_Furball:

What more can I say?

Everyone has different perspectives about life. Not all life are mostly alike, but something in common-emotionally, mentally, financially, and beyond descriptions of life.

My life was always challenged! Phew! I was raised by hearing family, and sign languages were forbidden in most part from my own mother. She had raised me to be more alike with other hearing children. I was forced and learned to used cued speech (yup, cued speech!) and lip reading skills. It was hard for awhile, but I got myself go during my adulthood, and fall in love with deaf culture. I wasn't aware of some pros and cons about being part of deaf group which I watch out for.

I did went to deaf school when I was age 2 years old, then placed to be in mainstreamed public school when I just turned 8 years old in second grade. It was hard at first, but I had some deaf friends who were orally raised by hearing families too. Oh yes. Something in common, only deaf child in hearing family and forced orally raised.

I did go through speech therapies for years till high school. My gosh, it gets boresome! Sh, Ch, St, Sh, X'es, sigh, ph, f, short and long vowels, pronouncations, etc. I gave up on pronouncations at times because I couldn't get it right at times, so I jolt the words down to help hearing people to understand me or give definations of that word or describe which it works well with me now.

Now, why is it always a struggle? Constant struggles over the years? Why can't we just accept that we are deaf or hard of hearing? Simple! Why people speak Spanish more than Sigh Languages? Huh? Whatever for! Sign Languages are easy to understand because of body and facial languages. Simple, it's like mime. Purely simple!

I was born deaf due to my mother had walking pneumonia during her third month of pregnancy, and had large amount of anti-botic shot from ignorance doctor back then in 1960's. I was discovered by my mom who happened to noticed that I didn't wake up during loud sounds around the house. She was pertified and took me to doctors. She had discovered that few months later with "several" physicans. Lol. Oh.... my mom was so dead sure that I was so deaf, and it turned out that she was right all along.

So, I went to deaf school to interact with deaf children. I don't remember at all till I was like 6 years old. I still have memories of my deaf friends from deaf school. Good old memories.

Being in hearing school was sigh, hard! I had to challenege everything what I could succeed to graduate, which I did twice with Honor Rolls. Yup! It was hard from time to time because my family and I moved a lot around Oregon due to my stepfather's job. I had to relocate in every schools, and took every same tests before I could enrolled in classes. I really despised of those tests, its like deju vu! What a nightmare!

My only sister could do signs. We signed in our shared room. It was nice, then years later, she had forgotten. Sigh. She and I have been out of touch a lot lately.

My older brother could not accept me as a deaf sister. He still thinks I am one of the best and beyond than being deaf that I speak and hear words well through phones, which I currently don't do that with phones now. Sigh.

My young brother has Dylexia. He and I have our own different worlds of being "different". Nothing comes out to an agreeable manners. Yes, we still have constant struggle with our communications or understandings with our words together with different concepts of theries.

Like I said, "what more can I say?"

Oh yes, I did raise my own son for 20 years. He is in military training for National Guard. He is also a Firefighter as well. He loves to watch fires and how fires behave. His father had no emotional, physcial, or mental support with me or my son. I did it alone! Man, it wasn't that easy, plus he's hearing. He learned sign languages when he was a baby, but stopped using hands at age 3 due to his delayed speech. He hardly speak the whole languages or sentences till after 3 years old. He did go through speech theraphy. He totally dissed it, just like me. He used the same deaf accent I used. Lol. But he has his own voice. He speaks very low, deep voice and limited lips movements when it comes to hearing world. When it comes around me, he speaks loudly and clear with his hands which aren't prophencies with his sign language skills. Sigh. He speaks loudly, so I speak the same level of his voice as well. Odd, yes.

Here I am, all alone surround with my beautiful felines. They help me to hear. How? You can tell, they react to sounds. Simple. If the loud sounds or door knocking, my cats run and hide or being alert! Beautiful felines.....

I am still waiting for a job to come by to replace current job where I am working. I am hoping for the best! If so, I will be living on the coast. Oh yeah! Beach, here I come! I might adopt a dog too. Yeah, walk on the beach and swim in the water. I wish I have human companion to be with me too. This way, my life will be complete.

It has been always a void in my life, I want my life to live to the fullest and peaceful if I can. If any man who can be there, I'm there too.

What more can I say?

Everyone has different perspectives about life. Not all life are mostly alike, but something in common-emotionally, mentally, financially, and beyond descriptions of life.

My life was always challenged! Phew! I was raised by hearing family, and sign languages were forbidden in most part from my own mother. She had raised me to be more alike with other hearing children. I was forced and learned to used cued speech (yup, cued speech!) and lip reading skills. It was hard for awhile, but I got myself go during my adulthood, and fall in love with deaf culture. I wasn't aware of some pros and cons about being part of deaf group which I watch out for.

I did went to deaf school when I was age 2 years old, then placed to be in mainstreamed public school when I just turned 8 years old in second grade. It was hard at first, but I had some deaf friends who were orally raised by hearing families too. Oh yes. Something in common, only deaf child in hearing family and forced orally raised.

I did go through speech therapies for years till high school. My gosh, it gets boresome! Sh, Ch, St, Sh, X'es, sigh, ph, f, short and long vowels, pronouncations, etc. I gave up on pronouncations at times because I couldn't get it right at times, so I jolt the words down to help hearing people to understand me or give definations of that word or describe which it works well with me now.

Now, why is it always a struggle? Constant struggles over the years? Why can't we just accept that we are deaf or hard of hearing? Simple! Why people speak Spanish more than Sigh Languages? Huh? Whatever for! Sign Languages are easy to understand because of body and facial languages. Simple, it's like mime. Purely simple!

I was born deaf due to my mother had walking pneumonia during her third month of pregnancy, and had large amount of anti-botic shot from ignorance doctor back then in 1960's. I was discovered by my mom who happened to noticed that I didn't wake up during loud sounds around the house. She was pertified and took me to doctors. She had discovered that few months later with "several" physicans. Lol. Oh.... my mom was so dead sure that I was so deaf, and it turned out that she was right all along.

So, I went to deaf school to interact with deaf children. I don't remember at all till I was like 6 years old. I still have memories of my deaf friends from deaf school. Good old memories.

Being in hearing school was sigh, hard! I had to challenege everything what I could succeed to graduate, which I did twice with Honor Rolls. Yup! It was hard from time to time because my family and I moved a lot around Oregon due to my stepfather's job. I had to relocate in every schools, and took every same tests before I could enrolled in classes. I really despised of those tests, its like deju vu! What a nightmare!

My only sister could do signs. We signed in our shared room. It was nice, then years later, she had forgotten. Sigh. She and I have been out of touch a lot lately.

My older brother could not accept me as a deaf sister. He still thinks I am one of the best and beyond than being deaf that I speak and hear words well through phones, which I currently don't do that with phones now. Sigh.

My young brother has Dylexia. He and I have our own different worlds of being "different". Nothing comes out to an agreeable manners. Yes, we still have constant struggle with our communications or understandings with our words together with different concepts of theries.

Like I said, "what more can I say?"

Oh yes, I did raise my own son for 20 years. He is in military training for National Guard. He is also a Firefighter as well. He loves to watch fires and how fires behave. His father had no emotional, physcial, or mental support with me or my son. I did it alone! Man, it wasn't that easy, plus he's hearing. He learned sign languages when he was a baby, but stopped using hands at age 3 due to his delayed speech. He hardly speak the whole languages or sentences till after 3 years old. He did go through speech theraphy. He totally dissed it, just like me. He used the same deaf accent I used. Lol. But he has his own voice. He speaks very low, deep voice and limited lips movements when it comes to hearing world. When it comes around me, he speaks loudly and clear with his hands which aren't prophencies with his sign language skills. Sigh. He speaks loudly, so I speak the same level of his voice as well. Odd, yes.

Here I am, all alone surround with my beautiful felines. They help me to hear. How? You can tell, they react to sounds. Simple. If the loud sounds or door knocking, my cats run and hide or being alert! Beautiful felines.....

I am still waiting for a job to come by to replace current job where I am working. I am hoping for the best! If so, I will be living on the coast. Oh yeah! Beach, here I come! I might adopt a dog too. Yeah, walk on the beach and swim in the water. I wish I have human companion to be with me too. This way, my life will be complete.

It has been always a void in my life, I want my life to live to the fullest and peaceful if I can. If any man who can be there, I'm there too.