The one thing I have noticed about (British) sign language is how it is always evolving. How they signed in the 1930’s is different yet similar to today’s. Back then it was mainly fingerspelling at a very fast speed!
I also observe that there is no right or wrong way to sign a word, due to regional “accents”. Much like how spoken languages is always evolving, has accents and have adopted foreign words too.
I bring this up solely because I’ve noticed people continuously trying to correct a person’s signing “No, wrong!”, I have even ‘heard’ (pardon the pun!) that someone was trying to suggest to the signing community, not to adopt any foreign signs.
There are different signs to words like “Deaf” and “Thank you” today, to what I learnt as a child.
I found out on Friday night a friend had passed away just before the summer. I was so afraid to hear more in case it confirmed my fears. It was sadly confirmed and I have had loads of wobbly moments since.
What if I could have made a difference had I not put in so much distance? Questions like that haunted me.
But now, I’m ok because best friends always say, “It’s ok, to be sad. It’s ok, to have these wobbly moments. It’s ok, to ask questions. It’s ok, to be honest. It’s ok, to say no. It’s ok, I’m always here for you.”
Don’t bottle things up and just talk. That’s always been my downfall in case I affected the other person’s mood or feelings.
A best friend doesn’t and wouldn’t mind, simply because we matter to them.
Keeping the Tree House fb group going as a wise friend put it “was a form of self defeatist self abuse.”
I have long since been locked “in an intimidated interaction.”
The damage has been done, by all those who consciously chose to target, to spread slander & manipulative lies, acted on their disdain simply because they could not succeed in playing games with me. They could not get what they wanted which was their own way and my Tree House.
The Tree House fb group is now, closed.
The website however, will remain open to view as a lot of hard work has been put into it. I thank once again, all those who willingly contributed and kindly supported.
By removing myself from the equation, mainly the negativity generated by the offenders of the deaf world, I am now free.
Oftentimes I find myself praising the NHS yet on this anticipated date, the praise is annually magnified, for 8 years ago my life was saved by a couple of wonderful, experienced and ever so patient NHS surgeons.
It is only thanks to them and the lengthy aftercare that I received subsequently, that I today, fortunately have the privilege to still know you, old friends and new.
When friends (for you) are hard to find, like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.
Wherever there is respect, you’ll find me right beside you.
Your continued friendship is more than enough birthday present. Thank YOU ever so.