I am deaf.
My first memory is a sudden knock on the door from a man I do not know.
He said he was having problems with his hearing.
My father had died and I was nine years old.
I had a great father and a great mother.
I remember the door being slammed and my father’s body lying there, just lying there.
I was very much aware of my deafness, and I knew that if I didn’t hear the doorbell, I would never get out of bed.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of my mother crying.
I was so afraid of what might happen.
I felt that if my mother was alive I would go into a coma.
She didn’t say anything.
I don’t know if she died because I didn to get out.
When I heard that I felt a great sense of relief.
I am not an expert, but I think the deafness affects my life.
When you hear a loud bang, it can have a profound effect on your mood.
I’ve had many deaf people tell me that when they were younger they would listen to music and hear it, but now that I am old, I can hear it without listening to it.
It’s really amazing how you can learn to listen to your own voice and not just hearing a bunch of sounds.
I think my deaf experience gives me a great perspective on how people of different races experience things.