I imagine that I am deaf. I do read lips but it is really hard for me to understand sometimes
what is being said. My husband supports my every dream telling me that this is not a disability but a beautiful language that is spoken with my hands. He calls me his little bird as I try to teach everyone to speak to me in my language. I am supported by friends who always carry around little note books and pens and listen carefully as I speak to them. I can tell what I say is important to them and they take the time out to try to sign back to me. I am supported by the company that I work for. I teach sign language to the children at the end of the day after I finish teaching my prek class at the School For The Deaf. I am supported by my 16 children without them I would be in trouble. Without these supports life would be hard. I would only be able to communicate with those who had lost their hearing. I would feel sad that I take the time out throughout the day trying to listen and communicate with the hearing but feel disrespected when I am ignored because it is a little harder to communicate with me.