September 19, 2009
It was thirteen years ago today that I was seriously considering suicide. To summarize what led up to that: As expressed in " Mwahmwahmwah, Wah Wah Mwah ," I have been deaf in my left ear and hard of hearing in my right -- since birth. Homeopaths (and I) believe it is due to my birth trauma, which I have explained in detail in previous posts. As a HIP (hearing-impaired person), society has been quite unkind. People are impatient and don’t want to take the time to make sure they have my attention before speaking to me. They don’t like having to repeat everything and don't like having to use good diction. I can’t hear conversations at big gatherings or in restaurants. I’ve been mocked, ridiculed, laughed at, and talked about. I am ostracized and excluded. Teachers, supervisors, professors, friends, and even family members have thought very little of me. With just a couple of exceptions, employers think I’m dumb and incapable. It is extremely isolating. I mentioned