In Japan, the stereotypical occupation for the blind is shiatsu masseuse, whereas for the deaf it’s cutting hair. Indeed, there is a vocational track at the local school for the blind for massage, and at the school for the deaf for aspiring barbers and beauticians. So I guess it’s sort of appropriate that yesterday my deaf daughter gave herself a hair cut.
I was busily cooking supper, and she was across the room, crouched behind the kerosene heater. When I went to get her for dinner, I saw hanks of hair strewn all over the floor. She’d used children’s scissors – the very scissors she’d been using to cut construction paper minutes earlier. I was in such shock that I couldn’t even muster anger. I told her that next time, if she really wants a hair cut, she should tell us and we’ll take her to a professional.
She’s always signing that she wants to get a hair cut, even when her hair is fairly short. I thought that she liked to go for the bag of snacks the barber gives out at the end, or for the racing car chair. As it turns out, the bangs really were bothering her.