I didn’t expect to receive such a warm welcome when I launched Crônicas. I confess I was surprised! So far there have been more than 170 comments congratulating me, saying hello, wishing me success. But the most incredible part of this journey has been receiving so many emails from readers who have the same problem! That’s why I love the internet: we have no way of knowing who is reading what we write, and often the person behind the screen is experiencing the same situations as us. And the main aim of this humble blog is to share experiences with those who live with the extremes of sound and silence on a daily basis.
Some people have commented to me personally that they never imagined I couldn ‘t hear well. I repeat: I never went around commenting on this fact, only when it was extremely necessary. That’s why the feeling of releasing this information to the world was liberating. I think that’s how Ricky Martin felt weeks ago when he came out of the closet!!! 🙂
As far as possible, I’ll share my stories here. I’d love to hear about yours too! If you already have my email address, please use it. Or just send your message via the contact form in the blog header.
I’m going to transcribe below a poem that I think is beautiful, which was the epigraphof my final paper in Social Sciences at UFSM:
“Thinking about the social integration of deaf subjects: an analysis of the choice of language modality – Sign Language or oral language – by the family”.
Different
You can hear the wind rustling in the tree
The bird singing on the bough
You can hear the bells ringing in the belfry
The car flashing by on the highway
You can hear a child calling “Mummy”
The boy saying “I love you” to the girl
I cant’ hear the wind rustling in the tree
The bird singing on the bough
I cant’ hear the bells tolling in the belfry
The car flashing by on the highway
I cant’ hear the child calling “Mummy”
The boy saying “I love you” to the girl
BUT
I can see the wind rustling in the tree
The bird singing on the bough
I can see the congregation going to the church
The car flashing by foot hard down
I can see the child calling for “Mummy”
The boy smiling tenderly at the girl
(Hardi Nordentoft)
Source: The Danish Association of Children of Deaf Parents, 1998.
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