Apparently writing is therapeutic, although whoever insisted upon this hadn’t watched me scribbling across a page. Stressed. Anxious. Simply tedious.
I decided to blog about our journey with our daughter, who i’ll refer to as the littlest cricket. Upon her diagnosis we were informed we were the ‘beginning of a new generation’ – and when trying to find more information and stories about what to expect, we were quite disappointed. Not much existed and what was out there didn’t feel relevant to us.
We hope that by sharing our experiences, stories and thoughts we can educate and bring a virtual hug to others who are raising deaf children.
At the time of this posting, we are hopeful that our daughter will be eligible for Cochlear Implants, something that we know some members of the Deaf community are strongly against. It’s a time of emotion and days where I can’t help but cry, and other times I am so hopeful and excited that I’m confused as to how I could ever be upset. It’s a time of confusion, trying to figure out what is “normal” for our family and daughter now between daily doctor appointments and being alone while my husband works out of town.
Perhaps writing can be therapeutic when I’m already anxious and stressed about the topic. So long as this blog can bring a singular person a moment of clarity, or a sense that they aren’t alone, then it’s worth every letter and second that gets poured into it.
I hope that you’ll follow our story along, share your thoughts and stories as well.
“I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.”