When my mom was begging for guidance, she was told
she is not d/Deaf enough
When I started wearing hearing aids and looking for my place in the world as a child
I was not d/Deaf enough
As my hearing dripped to nothing, and I wanted to go to college.
I was not d/Deaf enough
As I found my place as teacher even though I struggled to find a job because I was deaf.
I still was not d/Deaf enough
As my students, parents, and staff accepted me as a teacher. To the outside world.
I was not d/Deaf enough.
As I make the choice for cochlear implants and embraced my journey into this world.
I was not d/Deaf enough.
As I support the ASL/CI and oral deaf community and families rights to make a choice for their child.
I was not d/Deaf enough.
As I put my blog on DeafRead, it is censored because I wear cochlear implants.
I am still not d/Deaf enough.
As I wake up from my peaceful sleep, I ponder why am I not d/Deaf enough for some. Then it hits me..........
Big D, little d...we all begin with d/D....
I am me, I am d/Deaf.
I am d/Deaf enough for ME.
Don't let others pass judgement on you. Accept, embrace, and make a differences for future d/Deaf children. Practice diversity and inclusion.
