Lost my hearing to menigintis at 2 and half. I learned to be stubborn and refused to learn how to talk. My poor mother did everything with me by write all kind of words on the ref and practice with me to talk and unds her. But I had another mind to pay attention. I loved play card games with older people, played pinchole with them all the time. It was my passion then. Till about 8 years old, I got hit by a car but it did not hurt me at all except for being so afraid of being yelled by my mother so I hid myself in the closet for hours till she found me. She was mad at me then told me never to go out on the street again. I had nightmares from this and woke up screaming every night. She came to me and asked me what was wrong. I could not tell her cuz I had no understand or a language to tell her. That was when she decided I needed to learn sign language. She fought school board to change program from oral to tc. Then I finally remembered before I became deaf and picked up alot. By the time I was 9 years old, I asked zillion questions about everything unlikely my kids asked me when they were 3 years old. Why is that , how is that , how come, etc....
Lonely? not at all, I have 5 older sisters and brothers. I was bratty and bother them all the time. Friends? my mother was too old to had me so all of her friends' kids already grow up so I sneak into their bedrooms and find something to do. I played with neighbor kids. Communicate with neighbor kids were limited but we found a way to communicate and get in trouble sometime.
As I got older, made more friends and rode horse with my friend. I had a great childhood despite being deaf and depend on others to do things for me. I finally did myself by the time I was in high school. Involved in clubs and meet new friends.
Only thing I hate was dinner time with my family, bug them what they talked about and got mad at them when they said, not important. I never knew my father told dirty jokes at the dinner till I brought my hearing boyfriend and he told me what my father said at dinner table. I was alike, drop my jaw down and in shocked.
Anyway I am glad I survived childhood and overcome with my being limited.