About life and experiences and passions and beliefs and using your passions and talents and life experiences to help others.
And well, I've been a bit lazy about that. I got through some tough challenges in my life a better person, but I opted to leave those challenges behind me instead of helping others. Mostly because, well, it's just my everyday life; as much a part of me as the fact that I have brown hair that does what it wants, or that I'm right handed, or that I have a cute little mole on my left foot.
I'm KtMac, and I'm deaf.
With hearing, with understanding another perspective, with feeling like you don't belong, with adversity, with hope.
I recently started watching the ABC series Switched at Birth on Netflix. I still can't decide if I'm a fan of the overall story line, but there have been a few scenes in which one of the lead characters, who is Deaf, has some experiences in school that were so similar to my own in school that it still makes my heart ache, days later.
As I was telling a friend about the show, I explained one of the things I really like is that this character and her mom use their new life experiences as an opportunity to educate others on what it's like not hear in a hearing world. But, they do it in a non-confrontational, non-militant way. And I realized that while I'm always happy to share my story when asked, I'm not so good about just volunteering my story, especially when it might help someone else.
So, from here on out, I'll be sharing more stories, more snippets of what it was like to grow up hearing impaired. What it was like to become deaf. How having a cochlear implant was the best decision for me personally. What some of the challenges I face on a daily basis are. How my loved ones have adjusted to and compensated for and cheered on my differences.
While I generally choose not to talk too much about my deafness, preferring not to highlight my differences, these stories are just as much a part of me as the fact that I have curly brown hair, a complete inability to sing in tune, and the natural grace of a baby giraffe, and these stories need to be told too. For me as much as for others.