This was first published on the Limping Chicken :)
I’m writing this sat in the laundry room of my university.
From what I can work out there are 3 washing machines and a tumbler
dryer on the go but all I can hear is, well, nothing. This is what I
love about university. I woke up this morning and looked at my hearing
aids before thinking – “you know what, today I want to be Deaf.” Nobody
stopped me, my parents didn’t nag me. There wasn’t even a particular
reason, and even though I can’t hear anything I feel perfectly safe
because for the first time I have a pager in my pocket which I know will
vibrate like hell if the fire alarm goes off.
As well as all this silence I’m feeling amazingly awake, buzzing, and
full of energy… Despite having two hours of lectures already today I
don’t feel like I’m in information overload – the reason why? Oh, well I
have an interpreter now! In terms of academics and support I’m loving
it! After years and years of battling for support in a mainstream
school, with a council that never seemed to come through with support
even when it was promised, I feel like I’m on cloud 9 right now. This is
another thing I love about university.
I’m not going to lie though; there have been moments when the tears
have spilled over and I’ve sat in my room with my hearing aids out
wishing and hoping that another deaf person will just walk through the
door and start up a conversation with me. You see, although I have
enormous amounts of fantastic support within university outside of
lectures it’s just me. All on my own. My university is actually split
into three campuses – North, South (that’s me!) and Millennium Point –
and although there are apparently a couple of other deafies up at City
North, here at South I’m the only one.
In the long run I hope this won’t matter too much, that people will
become more deaf aware and that the university will hurry up and
organise a deaf social event like they’ve promised! But at the minute it
means that for the first time in years I’ve felt almost (shock horror!)
like a hearing person…
Whereas I would normally do as I’ve done today and spend any free
moment hearing aidless I realised last week that what with moving in,
talking to new people (scary!) and going out for Freshers I’d actually
had one day where I wore my aids for 17 whole long hours… That has to be
some kind of record! I found myself sitting in conversations, where I
couldn’t hear much of what was being said, debating the benefits of stem
cell research and cochlear implants… Scary thoughts for someone who’s
always sworn blind they would never consider them! Not that I’m saying I
would – but I’m really starting to see why people would think about it!
In the defence of my lovely and wonderful flat mates, and flat next
door mates, they have made an effort! Nearly all of them now know their
names in sign, as well as various things such as “hello”, “good morning”
and amusingly “where are the tea bags…?” So I can’t fault them for
effort. But I think it’s more of a general misunderstanding about the
complexities of not being able to hear half of a conversation, or not
ever having had to think about how tiring it is to lip read a
conversation all day. But I do love them all to bits, and I hope that
over time they’ll become fluent signers or at least incredibly deaf
aware!
To look back over my past week I have to say that moving in day was
the most daunting experience, a flat full of new people who could have
potentially been horrendous to lip read was never going to fill me with
joy! But I do seem to have lucked out – so far all my flat mates have
been easily lip readable!
I suppose the funniest moments have been in clubs where at first I
felt even more isolated until I realised that people’s deaf awareness
increases ten-fold. Suddenly texting on phones when you can’t understand
is acceptable and normal, and using gestures and signs is common place!
I even found I had an advantage – lip reading skills are very useful in
a club!
I guess in conclusion I should say that after a week and a half I
both love and hate university. I love my support and my friends. I
dislike the general lack of deaf awareness, but I applaud the efforts
made by everyone I know (well most of them…). At the same time I do hate
not having my deaf friends around me – I find myself overjoyed just to
have an appointment with my disability advisor and actively seeking out
speech and language therapy students or pretty much anyone with sign
language skills!!
I’m sure that overtime things will improve and so for now I’m staying
as positive as possible! But if you’re reading this and you happen to
be a deaf person living in Birmingham please do get in touch! I would
love a coffee with another deafie!!