The most important lesson I've learned while working in Special Ed, and generally, from people, is this: Any act, any intention–clear or otherwise–any shouting or yelling or crying or hitting with all the summoned hatred that a person can have–directed or undirected (or wild, wild fear)–if it’s mean or nice or you don’t know what to make of it–any eye contact (or lack of it) or a quick glance away–any pointing or spitting or falling to the floor or refusal or quick smile–any thing that is done is an attempt to communicate a need. Pause.
Pause is important, now stop: hammer time. But in all due respect to myself, haha, my friends say that I'm at times the most logical and spiritual person they know, or the most completest bonkers of the group. Let's just say I traveled the world with a small little theatre troupe, and let's just say that those times in the Europes have left a deep impact on my life. I like to think those experiences have set me free, haha.
Some simple things are the absolute foundation of my life: music, poetry, deep thinking, SF Giants, running, and boardgames. Lots and lots of boardgames. If you like boardgames, running, and the SF Giants, then I'd say we are a match made in heaven and you should definitely hit me up, guuurrrrl. Just leave me yo digits and I'll get at you.
But another thing that makes me who I am is my hearing loss. I must warn you: I require some patience. I do the best I can to read lips and put the pieces together, but experience and dating have shown me that not all people can be understanding. To each their own--I don't judge. And to answer your question: I was born with it. And I recognize that the piece of information immediately following will not make any sense.
I'm kind of in a band, no big deal. I'm totally turning you on, huh? Sorry, but not! But honestly, I don't know how I can be musical when I can't hear. The only way I can explain it is that...I'm sensitive to vibrations? Like I can feel the guitar humming through my hands and chest, or feel the noise coming up through the floor, up my legs. Weird. And I love to share my writing--so if you've got something, and I've got something, well: let's get all deep and shit.
I also can get lower than you on the dance floor.