We were about to leave to do some Christmas shopping, my grandmother and I, until someone pulled into our driveway. Confused, we watched a woman leave the car to retrieve several boxes from the trunk. My grandmother hopped out to see who she was. The woman looked up as my grandmother was speaking to her and starting to sign back. I was flabbergasted!
Turns out my mom had ordered a Video Phone and this woman was supposed to install it. She was deaf herself and only used sign language. I tried to help and communicate with her as best I could but I felt pathetic. I was the interpreter for her and my hearing family yet I barley could sign a full sentence. She had to repeat some signs for me to understand, no, a lot of signs. It was almost embarrassing for me because I feel as a deaf person I should know American Sign Language by heart. At least I'm going to be taking classes soon at the new school. And speaking of the new school, tomorrow is another meeting. I'm hoping that all goes well!

The Video Phone is fascinating by the way!

My mom was trying to communicate with this woman, and she actually started to talk slow to her llliiiiikkkkkeeee thhhiiiisssss with exaggerating words. I was floored. I thought she understood how I felt about that kind of stuff, how deaf people do. But then I realized, she's hearing and she's only using the method that seems most fitting. Yet I was still shocked and a bit hurt, not so much by her actions but by the fact that I am different in such a way even my own family cannot possibly understand what it's like. I think that may be a reason why I have been seeking out for others like myself so much lately.
I don't want to feel alone again.