I know what I am about to say is not popular, but it's how I feel.

If a child is born with a disability, should the choice be ultimately up to the child to eventually decide for themself their own treatment?

Case in point. Supposedly as the story goes, I was born un-hearing (note I don't say deaf).

I had such fluid buildup in my ears that I was unresponsive until I had surgery to correct it at 6 months old.

From that time until I was 16 years old, like clockwork, every 6 months I had to have more tubes put in my ears due to chronic ear infections.

And as the story supposedly goes, my doctor told my parents that if I didn't have surgery to correct this initially, it would become permanent.

And to be honest, in a way, and I know this is where my MH is a little screwed up, TBH it upset me when I heard about that. Because it is one of those things, that, in hindsight, though I love music so much, I would have opted not to have this condition treated.

I have read before about some people that have had fantasies about being deaf (and I too have had them). But you know, this is one of those things that got thrust upon me against my will. Not to mention the frequent hospital visits and surgeries I had to have throughout childhood, which I think, can be a little traumatising in itself.

This is just one of those things that I would like to have chosen for myself. Because in hindsight, though I would have missed out on a whole world of music (which I love so much), I would have traded it all for silence.

What about people who ARE deaf? Should they, as adults, be carted to a hospital and forced to undergo a treatment that would restore their hearing against their will to make them NORMAL in the eyes of society? Who cares what others think?

Some people choose to embrace who they are, and that includes their disabilities. Why should I have had that decision thrust upon me against my will?

In this case, I would like to have been given the choice myself when I came of age, and not have that decision forced upon me.

It kind of made me angry, and perhaps I'm a little screwed up to feel this way, but I don't care, cause it's HOW I FEEL.

Cause who knows? I may have wanted treatment, or I may have wanted to stay that way. Who cares either way? It should have been my choice to make.