Smiling... Hands can become his eyes... Hands can become my ears... I can feel the motor going wrong. I can check to see if a machine is working right by touch it (washing machine, dryer, or any machine that vibrates)...
To be continue, my war, has turned for the worse overnight after I came back home. I couldn't sleep. How can these hearing involved in my case sleep at nights?? Damn near went nuts, raging. Thankfully, my husband, the Vietnam vet with PTSD experiences, brought me down to a safe level. Respect my wishes: NO treatments from hearing people who are untrained in the world of Deaf (culture and language). People think "treatment" will make things all better but I know better, it'll make things worse by those who are not versed in the Deaf world... I, only ME, choose how to treat myself. The things I said - like stripping naked, writing with a marker, labeling stigmatism on my naked body.... All those stigmatism labels comes from the hearing population. It's like one of those performance I did with another actor writing with a marker - I had to write "bitch" "whore" etc on her body parts... She choose me because she trust me to be a "catty" character and trust me with her life to write such cruel labels. I'm honored to be trusted by a hearing person. I can relate to her... Now I wonder if I can ever ever trust another hearing person, ever again... I hope I don't shut down... Now I need to distract myself from my own pain, working too hard to distract myself and sometimes I get tired, worn down. I'm wondering if creating my own show (another one) will be a good therapy for me - I hold nothing back this time if I decided to perform again. I'm wondering if I can transform all the pain into something good... I have a few trusty people who can be there to support me after the show. If I'm to ever perform again, I will need those trusty people to fall back on and set up a safety net. Tears....