“My son was born in 1994. I became depressed. I kept on crying. I went to my doctor and we communicated using pen and paper.
I got brief information on post natal depression, and tablets. I saw Prozac on the box and it scared me, so I threw them away. He kept prescribing more.
I gave birth again, and the depression was far worse.
There was a new doctor at the surgery. I expected the same old story, but she asked if I’d used an interpreter. I hadn’t.
I feel much more positive now, it’s time to move on. We need more deaf counsellors.”