Background: my parents are both profoundly deaf and have been all their lives. They have both worked all their lives, raised a child (that would be me), and travelled the world. They are intelligent human beings.
We’re getting a cat. I visited the animal rescue centre yesterday and picked out a cat. He’s lovely. He couldn’t come home with us straight away because they need to interview all members of the household and my mother couldn’t come with us yesterday. But they’ve met me, and they’ve met my father, and they assured us that if my mother and father went today they could pick up the cat.
I got a phone call from them today while my parents were there, saying that they couldn’t take the cat home because my parents didn’t understand what they were saying. They humiliated my parents by calling their daughter and saying “Sorry, your parents don’t understand.”
I’m left wondering how on earth my parents have managed to live full and productive lives while not being able to understand hearing people. It must come as a terrible shock to realise that because you’re deaf, you can’t possibly understand what’s going on.
I asked them if they had a pen and paper and was told “Oh, it’s too much to write down”. Too much to write down? Do you give all prospective rehomers a verbal manual? Here’s what it is: You can’t be fucking bothered to make the effort. You can’t be bothered to go the extra mile and be patient with my parents. Because you’re scared, or apathetic, you’ve decided that they need a hearing person to help them.
They don’t need my help. They do understand how to rehome a cat, for fucks sake. It’s you that has the problem, not them.
And now I have to take the afternoon off work and go down them tomorrow. For them to stand there, looking like spare wheels while you talk to me and ignore them. Well, it’s not going to happen. I’ll go with them, but I’m going to insist you talk directly to them. It’s not hard. They lipread. They will understand you and I will stand by while you are embarressed into actually making an effort to communicate.
I got an email from my dad when he got home. He’s up for that too. I’m used to people assuming that because they’re deaf, they’re stupid. But rarely have they been so humiliated.