I got this e mail from one of my freind and don't know who write that but I like to share you of this letter . Also it very long letter
FOR hearing parents who expected too much of thirs deaf child(ren)
Dear Mom and Dad
I saw my old teacher today. You know the one, she was my preschool teacher, the one that was Deaf like me. I wanted to go to her . To tell her how much she had given to me when I was in her class. But I was ashamed. I didn't want her to see the scar on my head. I didn't want her to see the equipment attached to my body I didn't want her to see that i had forgotten so much of the beautilful language she had shared with me that one wonderful year. I saw her in a crowd of Deaf people. I watched her as she conversed with her friends. She was so much a part of everything that was going on They seemed to understood each other perfectly and there was no fear or tension in thirs conversation; everything seemed so easy for them. It was beautiful to me and i could have watched all day. even though i understood very little. But my mind began to wander. I thought back on my life and how different it must have been to theses people I saw before me. I remeber preschool vaguely as a happy time full of worlds opening up to me. There was colors and beauty and fun and understanding. I remeber i worshipped my teacherl she was the first Deaf person I 'd ever seen besides myseft. I wasn't different to her; I didn't have to pretend to be someone else to gain her acceptance. I loved her. I remember this. I was happy. I remember having to leave her . too after only one year, I remember it as the beginning of my loneliness; the beginning of isolation and fear. I remember the surgery and how painful it was. I still, to this day, can't look the pictures of my head all bandaged up without wanting to cry out in pain and frustration. I heard my first sound a month later when they hooked me up to all the equipment I would have to endure for the rest of my life. The sound frightened me, but my cry of fear seemed to make you happy, so I endured ot for your sakes; because I loved you and wanted you to be pround of me but I was not send to back to the teacher I loved because you didn't wants
her to become a role model for me. ( it not done yet i will do 2nd one)
FOR hearing parents who expected too much of thirs deaf child(ren)
Dear Mom and Dad
I saw my old teacher today. You know the one, she was my preschool teacher, the one that was Deaf like me. I wanted to go to her . To tell her how much she had given to me when I was in her class. But I was ashamed. I didn't want her to see the scar on my head. I didn't want her to see the equipment attached to my body I didn't want her to see that i had forgotten so much of the beautilful language she had shared with me that one wonderful year. I saw her in a crowd of Deaf people. I watched her as she conversed with her friends. She was so much a part of everything that was going on They seemed to understood each other perfectly and there was no fear or tension in thirs conversation; everything seemed so easy for them. It was beautiful to me and i could have watched all day. even though i understood very little. But my mind began to wander. I thought back on my life and how different it must have been to theses people I saw before me. I remeber preschool vaguely as a happy time full of worlds opening up to me. There was colors and beauty and fun and understanding. I remeber i worshipped my teacherl she was the first Deaf person I 'd ever seen besides myseft. I wasn't different to her; I didn't have to pretend to be someone else to gain her acceptance. I loved her. I remember this. I was happy. I remember having to leave her . too after only one year, I remember it as the beginning of my loneliness; the beginning of isolation and fear. I remember the surgery and how painful it was. I still, to this day, can't look the pictures of my head all bandaged up without wanting to cry out in pain and frustration. I heard my first sound a month later when they hooked me up to all the equipment I would have to endure for the rest of my life. The sound frightened me, but my cry of fear seemed to make you happy, so I endured ot for your sakes; because I loved you and wanted you to be pround of me but I was not send to back to the teacher I loved because you didn't wants
her to become a role model for me. ( it not done yet i will do 2nd one)
for one thing if that person who wrote it didnt like his implant then why didnt he take it off long time ago?!? He kept it on. 