What matters deafness of the ears, when the mind hears?

After a long hard winter of struggle and exaggeration of the reasons for my absence, I’m back.

And the links resume.

Enjoy! 

This is a book review by a hearing-impaired girl. She writes of how much and how deeply she relates to what the author of the book wrote, because the author is deaf too, and grew up in an oral world too, and what these facts so heartbreakingly mean.

And that makes there of us - every word and every experience and every feeling described is true for me as well. (Erm, except for the part about never being asked out on dates with boys.) Almost all the excerpts make me want to yell: "Hey! That’s me in there! She gets everything exactly correct! She understands perfectly!" (Except I am very much not a girl, ahem.)

If you want to understand me that bit deeper, read on.

P/S: Oh, I will be checking if I can get the book at Kino or Borders - I want it!!

 

I hate being unknown and feeling helpless to do anything about it. It is the worst feeling. When I shared my predictament with others, it was all to easy for them to encourage me to "just" initiate, reach out to people, become more involved, speak up, disclose, and "stop being a whiny victim". After all, I certainly looked and behaved normally enough- people would like and include me if they just knew me. But it was getting to the part where I was known that seemed nearly impossible to me. This something that most others took easily for granted was something that eluded me.

Read on…