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Disability is not that bad.


Some people feel so much pity for the disabled people. You can be like "Oh, they can't hear well, or they suffer from so and so", but the truth is that these (or we as I have disability in my hearing sense) are so much stronger than you. You can feel we are sad or weak, but you just need to see through them not  just look them as a disabled or out of actions.


Every disabled person has many other blessings which nobody else could have. Having a hearing impairment doesn't stop me from getting involved. On the other hand, I believe that I have many other things which I am thankful for. I can tell what are you saying through watching your lip-syncs. Just observing the lips and I can respond easy. Also, I can know how people feel about the others by just seeing them and their facial expression or attitude. I can look inside you, not at you.


We have faith buried deep inside us.


Some could think that we always feel bad or ashamed, but this is not right, at all. I don't really think about my hearing impairment as much as my parents could even think I do. It is not a big issue actually, I use my hearing aids and it is fine.


Of course, I pass by many awkward situations in my life. I have to look at the person's face to recognize what they are saying. Sometimes my friends say things and I can't hear them. The worse comes during phone calls as well.


 It's not a big deal though.

You are reading through the lines now. No, don't feel pity. It's not so dramatic as you people feel about it.







*I wrote this blog to support all the disabled people around the world and to send this indirect message to everyone. 
(At some parts I talked generally about  how the disabled could be feeling. Other parts are based on my personal life experiences)








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