Matthew Dawson

How can I love being Deaf and hate it so much. I love the peace and Silence that I get to experience every morning. Then I see the face of someone I love their mouth is moving but no sound is coming out. My mouth starts to move and I feel a rumble in my chest. Then they react to the rumble in my chest. I guess there is sound after all. If only there were also flowing hands then maybe I could understand. If only I could understand flowing hands. I remember when I was young going swimming with f...