It's not easy, being deaf, it never has. Kids at school are mean. They have never understood why I talk the way I do, or why I do that with my hands, all they know is what they see confuses them.
They see someone that isn't like them and think "they are an outcast, not like me, they don't belong, and so I don't like them". If anyone really got to know me, then I would have friends. One person cared enough though and saved me.
"To the world, you may be one person, but to one person, you might be the whole world".
This is true of my life, and of everyone. This isn't the story about how I got to be this hollow shell of my former self, because that would be sad. This is how my shell got to be filled, with love and the kindness from the best sorts of people.
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Deaf not Different
UngdomsfiksjonIt's not easy, being deaf, it never has. Kids at school are mean. They have never understood why I talk the way I do, or why I do that with my hands, all they know is what they see confuses them. They see someone that isn't like them and think "the...
