What is a CODA?

Well, it's the day after Christmas, and all went pretty well, in my opinion. My mother-in-law and my wife, ELF, did not fight at all, and everything was a good time. On the down side, it was my fourth Christmas without my father, and there are still moments throughout the day when I wish I could talk to him. This brings me to the title of this post - What is a CODA? -, and just what is a CODA? It's not a question of what, but who.

A CODA is a person like me, a Child Of a Deaf Adult/s. I suppose that technically, anyone who has deaf parent/s is a CODA, but to be more specific, it really relates to children who have Deaf parent/s (notice that capital "D" again). If you already know what that means, then great. The next paragraph may bore you into a deep sleep. If not, then this is for you.

The "D" being capitalized signifies a person who is culturally deaf. These people are deaf and also use ASL (American Sign Language) to communicate with their friends and anyone else who can do so. The culture really centers around ASL, just as many other cultures are centered around their native languages. For Deaf people like my parents, most of their friends are Deaf as well, and they are a tight-knit community with all the pros and cons of any other group of people. But from my standpoint, it's a wonderful thing that is hard to put into words that can describe it. I'm afraid I can only touch upon a small part of this in this post. Suffice it to say for now that a true CODA is brought up in this environment, and understands the Deaf community and its culture better than anyone.

So, please believe that most of us CODAs have a pretty good handle on Deaf people and the community. We SEE and HEAR everything from both worlds. At any rate, this is as basic a definition of CODA as I can give. All I can tell you from here are things based on my experiences.

As for my family, I have two older hearing sisters, and we all sign. As far as I know from my parents account, we were all signing before we learned to speak. My sisters learned to speak when spending time with my father's parents and his sisters, out two aunts on that side. Of course we saw our other extedned family too, so by the time I was born, my sisters were speaking and signing, and I learned to speak mostly through them and with my extended family as well. However, I was signing first, and according to my mother, I would fingerspell in my sleep in the crib.

One strange phenomenon was having a speech therapist until I was in first grade. This person only saw me in school, so I assume it was the school's decision. I don't remember going to see this person very often, which leads me to believe it was precautionary on the school's part to make sure I wasn't losing my speech with all that signing I was doing. It was a very silly thing to have to do. I spoke just fine with my sisters and relatives, I was reading before I entered kindergarten, so I'm not sure there was ever any need for me to be seen by a speech pathologist.

Aside from that was the Deaf community itself. I grew up in a very rural area, and once a month, we would go with our parents to get togethers with their Deaf friends. They would meet like this in random locations (usually in an Elk's type hall where small function rooms existed). They would catch up with each other's lives and do all those things that friends who haven't seen each other in a while would do. Many of them brought their children, and we would all play together. Another thing they also did was hold meetings during these events to discuss political concerns. This always centered around the oppression every Deaf person felt from the hearing world around them. So many things were unjust then, and all the same issues still exist today. These things would last until 2 or 3 in the morning quite often, and then we would finally go home. Deaf people didn't see each other very often and no one wanted to leave when conversation with each other was so easy. It really was home for my parents.

We also visited individual friends from time to time which was fun, too. My parents have a lot of very cool friends, and they have always been awesome to me and my sisters. So that's a quick overall look at the Deaf side of my life, and now I can tell you about the hearing one.

The hearing side of my life is just what you probably think it is, especially if you are hearing yourself. I went to school, made a lot of friends, hung out with them at their homes and played. I did recreational sports, all that stuff. I'm sure you are all very familiar with this, because this is everyday life. I'm sure your parents had friends that they visited and who dropped by to say hello, and for most of you that was normal, just like all the stuff my parents did were too. There is really nothing else about hearing life that I feel I need to describe, except for how the two worlds would interact for me. This is the unique experoence of being a CODA.
Many times I would have to interpret in situations between hearing people and my parents. My parents could not speak ot hear to communicate, and hearing people don't know any ASL. I always had to field ridiculous questions from my friends or their parents because they were curious about my family and ignorant to Deaf people and their culture. Living between the two worlds was always a wierd experience, no matter how adept I was at straddling the line.

The truth is, I could go on for and entire book or twelve on all of the aspects of being a CODA, and I still wouldn't feel finished. The bottom line is this -- all these experieces have shaped my life. I am bilingual and belong to the Deaf community in many ways, just as I am at home with all my hearing friends as well. As it relates to my father, it's not just about missing the man. It was through him that I had as much access to Deaf culture and the Deaf community growing up, and that door has closed. I have found other doors to the community as an adult, and I am very thankful for that, but to not be able to use the door to my father has created a huge hole in my heart that I'm not sure will ever be fully repaired. Having Christmas with my in-laws always reminds me of this, no matter how much fun or love is involved. All of this is just a small, tiny sliver of what it means to be a CODA. Thanks for reading. Expect the next post in about a week. Happy Holidays to all.

R.M.

My First Ever Blog! Exciting?

Hello to all you newcomers! Welcome to the Fraser File! This is my first blog, which means, as you can probably guess, that I have no clue what I'm going to blog about. I think for now it would suffice to say that I am just going to write about what's on my mind on a weekly basis. It's most agreeable to me, for this allows me to blog about anything, and if something is important to me at the time, then you can bet it will be on here. My hope is that you will all be able to know a little more about me, perhaps get some understanding of what influences my writing, and any other positive aspect that can come of this for you and myself. So, without any further delay, allow me to give you a little history on who R. M. Fraser is....

That may be the one and only time I refer to myself in third person here. It's not like I'm The Rock, or anyone special. I'm just me. For as long as I can remember, I have always needed some kind of intellectual and/or creative outlet in my life. As an adolescent, I was lacking that, which may have contributed to some of my delinquence early on in high school. I'm sure the rest of it was just being a stubborn and rebellious teenager, and we've all been there to some degree (unless you're under 12 and reading this). When I was fifteen, I picked up my older sister's guitar that she never used and asked her to show me what littl she knew. She taught me some chords and let me use her Grateful Dead Anthology tablature book. I used that for learning a few more chords and soon discarded it(I like the Dead's music, just never found it inspiring). I soon found Guitar magazine, and a few others of the sort, and started learning songs I liked. I was really into Guns N' Roses, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, etc. After about 6 months of this, I started jusr goofing around on the guitar which led to writing songs, which led to writing lyrics. Thats where the outlet really took off. I wrote alot, whether it was about me or things I made up for fantasy or fun. Pretty soon a lot of the things I wrote weren't related to music at all, and I felt pretty comfortable writing both, so I did. For about 20 years now. Playing guitar has slowly faded it's way into the background of my life, and I think it's just not the outlet I need anymore. But writing poetry, short stories, and even novels are really taking over.

My wife has told em time and time again that I need to do something with the poems I have stockpiled. I never thought much about it because it was so therapeutic for me at the time. It really helped me process through a lot of situations and emotions. Well, long story shorter, I finally listened, and put together Shadow Boxer, my first ebook, and published it ont he Smashwords.com website. It's a collection of 23 poems from over the years. Some are fantasy, and some are about very real things that happened in my life, while a few others are song lyrics. I hope that those who have read the book found my blog link in my bio and decided to come check this out. If you haven't read Shadow Boxer. and want to, please visit my profile at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/RMFraser . There you will find the path to the ebook, which doesn't cost much, and if you really want, you can download the first 25% of the book as a free sample. If you enjoyed it, please please leave a thank you here for my wife, who shall hereforeto be named E. L. Fraser, or just call her ELF. She is the one who should get credit for getting me to share my work with everyone.

One more thing before I post this. There is one poem in Shadow Boxer entitled "Pride". If you've read it, then you know it's about my father, who was Deaf. My mother is as well, in fact. Please note that the "D" in Deaf is capitalized, for being Deaf means one belongs to the Deaf community and to Deaf culture. Not every deaf person is a part of that, and I am sure that in future posts you will learn more about this from me. There are a lot of myths out there about deaf and Deaf people, and if I can shatter any of them, I'd be a happy man. That is all for now, the first entry into the Fraser File is now complete! Expect the next post in about a week, and thank you for reading.

R. M.