The house was quiet, other than the rain dancing on the skylight, irregularly dripping and sliding, over the glass. I watched the rain, silvery and slippery, and heard the quiet of the house underneath the rippling water. I realize that deafness means learning to use one's body as a valuable tool of expression, not merely an enclosure for one's mind and soul. While deafness destroys one sense, it provides the opportunity to use every other sense as a powerful means of expression.
Eyes become a deaf person's ears.
The body is equally valuable. Her voice would be imprisoned without her body. And though I can hear and speak, I understand her. I know two worlds that contrast in countless ways. Deafness is a part of me as much as is my ability to hear.