January 21, 2016 @ 10:19 AM

written anonymously and posted March 5, 2012 http://limpingchicken.com

When I was younger, I was just Deaf.

I, like other Deaf people, held my vision sacrosanct. The idea of losing my sight was an unthinkable terror not to be contemplated for even one moment. The idea was too overwhelming. Too horrifying.

I utterly took for granted being able to see. It was my most effortless sense. My way of being in the world.

From the beginning, I have been a visual being. Vision was – my unshakable companion; my vaulted treasure; my room with a view; my blanket; my Annadin; my karabiner; my anchor; my solace and joy. Life with diminished sight was simply unimaginable.

Back then I did not know what was to come.

I knew a couple of............


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