My grandfather got his from the VA.
I'll never forget the time an authentically-deaf primitive showed up on Skins's island.
It was about three years ago, and I wish I'd saved that campfire.
Actually, there is one authentically-deaf person on Skins's island, but per my policy of having my mole there being the utter opposite of franksolich, this one plays the role of someone with perfect hearing.
Anyway, so one day this guy showed up and lit a campfire. I forget the topic, but it was political in nature.
This deaf primitive's comments made nadin look crystal-clear coherent.
Besides the really awkward sentence structures and some, uh, rather creative spelling, his tone was violently hostile (in the social sense, not the ideological sense) and antagonistic.
Right away, the primitives got indignant and jumped on him. Tore him apart. Ripped him to shreds.
I myself had immediately recognized it as being something written by a deaf person, and to this day, I suspect the now-gone primitive (he went away; he wasn't mausoleumed) in real life is actually a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can hope to meet.
Near the end of the campfire, some other primitive

got around to mentioning he was deaf, and that the deaf can't express themselves well in formal language (which is true).
You know, madam, the primitives pat themselves on the back for being so socially-conscious, so respectful of diversity, so sympathetic to the crippled--as compared with we barbarians and savages who have no feelings, no discernment, at all-- but this showed the primitives don't know shit about discernment, about telling the difference between things.
And it also showed something else.
If, instead of a deaf primitive showing up being all hostile and unfriendly and that, in deaf language, a hearing primitive showed up using jive or rap or hip-hop or ebonics or whatever, coming across as hostile, the primitives would've fallen all over themselves to cater to him, to love him to death.