Well, let me say this about that.
As a deaf person--born that way; never heard in my life--I've always ached to identify as a hearing person, so as to blend in with the general run of humanity. Fortunately, I was not exactly ungifted in the thespian skills, and for the most part usually got away with masquerading as a hearing person, at least for a while.
Over the years, the decades, it took its toll; acting "hearing" when one isn't causes a great deal of stress, tension, and anxiety on the insides, which are ultimately eroded away by ulceration.
I've always self-identified myself as a hearing person, even though I knew it to be a lie.
Decent and civilized people would identify me as what I really am, but I wonder how the primitives would identify franksolich; as I self-delude myself to be, or as I really am. What determines what we really are? Our fantasies or the ironclad hard-and-fast laws of reality and physics and biology?