It was 1975, and whether it was the thinking of the time or the particular reasoning of that school system (or both), lip-reading was in, and sign language was out.īut lip-reading is not always easy. However, something that I don’t talk about directly is that our teacher did not teach us any sign language. In the class, we were taught how to lip-read. The summer after everything changed, my parents enrolled me in a kindergarten class for deaf kids, and that decision became the basis for how I dealt with-and still deal with-my deafness. I was lucky to have a little bit of time as a hearing person to acquire some language, because as soon as I lost my hearing, communication with my family and friends became really, really tricky. I lost my hearing to meningitis when I was four and a half years old. I worry about what other deaf people will think of the book. I’m very excited about the release of my graphic novel memoir, El Deafo.
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