Our differences

My words have become less flamboyant, less flowerly as time moves on. With less practices in writing nowadays and life moving along at an unusual pace, I'd rather stick to the bare simplicity, than to sit down in an attempt to come up with new ways to write.

I discovered that it has become a way of my life. It makes people furious, it makes them hear different things and most of all, it makes them imagine the unheard words.

“She's DEAF!” I talked with excitement.
“No she's NOT!!!” She lashed back, offended.

A simple exchange with my dance partner as we looked admiringly at the Canadian champions practice and argue with each other. I had said that, when I see the woman gesture to her partner, not in sign language, but just a gesture to discuss something.

I noticed how her gesture is more elaborate than that of a normal hearing person just like the deaf colleague I work with at my workplace and had blurted it out in excitement. Only when i hear the insult in my partner's voice, did I realize the chasm that exist between us in understanding.

She as always, lashed out in response to what she think is appropriate in her reality. For her, saying someone as deaf, is as if, you are classifying the person as a monster. I insulted her idol, who is the canadian champion.

For me, there's no distinction between a deaf and normal hearing person and if I can put a measure to it. I value deaf people more than I value a normal hearing people. Why? Because of the struggle. She cannot understand that. NO, she's blocked understanding out from her mind, even before I had said that. For that I am saddened.