Almost every day at school, someone would comment on my disability. I could feel their pity for me even though I was like everyone else. Teachers would yell at me, because they thought I could not hear a thing, like if the whole world was muted. Which would have been, if I did not put my hearing device on every time I woke up in the morning. People would make jokes about how my hearing aid would stick out of my ear. They would talk to me making strange, exaggerated gestures with their hand as if I did not have the mental ability to understand them. It seemed like they thought I was “slow”. They asked me if I could drive and do other every day activities. Their ignorance was offensive! I had to go to therapy in middle school because even my own family thought that I felt “different”. If I made a mistake, they would blame it on me being deaf. People really think I am ashamed of who I
Almost every day at school, someone would comment on my disability. I could feel their pity for me even though I was like everyone else. Teachers would yell at me, because they thought I could not hear a thing, like if the whole world was muted. Which would have been, if I did not put my hearing device on every time I woke up in the morning. People would make jokes about how my hearing aid would stick out of my ear. They would talk to me making strange, exaggerated gestures with their hand as if I did not have the mental ability to understand them. It seemed like they thought I was “slow”. They asked me if I could drive and do other every day activities. Their ignorance was offensive! I had to go to therapy in middle school because even my own family thought that I felt “different”. If I made a mistake, they would blame it on me being deaf. People really think I am ashamed of who I