
19/03/2025
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A Deaf friend once told me...
That the hardest thing they found growing up, was never having that person they could unload their worries onto when things got hard.
That person who innately โgot itโ without them having to explain their experience over and over again.
This conversation has always stuck with me, and when I had Frank... It hit even harder.
Because even though I am his mother.
Even though I grew him in my belly, and nurtured him and have held his hand tight through his entire life...
Even though I would move mountains for him + read every damn book in the world to understand his experience...
I am a hearing person.
I grew up as a hearing child with a hearing family in a hearing-centred world with hearing privilege.
And the hard but honest truth is, I will never understand the part of him I so desperately want to understand.
But you know who does?
Other deaf people.
Other deaf kids and deaf adults understand.
A whole community of people understand.
And thatโs a pretty spectacular thing.
And with all I can muster, I will endeavour to surround my deaf child with his deaf community, in every way I can, as often as I can ๐ค๐ผ๐ค๐ผ
Thereโs no โmaybeโ about it.