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The Secret Deafie is a regular column about deaf experiences submitted anonymously by different contributors. In this instalment, a woman who is Deafblind has written a poem about her experiences…
My fingers are my eyes, my hands are my
ears. I create my sense of space with my
mind.
I depend on the memories of what I do,
not on the memories of what I see or
hear.
Everyone speaks a silent language;
everyone expresses a truth without
intention.
I remember the beauty of a place
because of how I remember feeling, the
light touching my body.
I always imagined the world people tell
me exists.
I learned the meaning of freedom when I
learned to accept the way I am.
Common sense will tell you many things:
Freedom is to do what you want to do for
yourself; to be independent.
I must remember one thing – I must be
open to other people.
Accept the way you are. Be true.
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Harry
May 25, 2016
Is there any way I can get hold of a copy of this poem in braille? I have a deaf-blind friend that I would like to share it with.