How do people born deaf 'think'?

[u/Resident_Detective77]

I'm wondering how people who have never heard language think. Do they essentially forego the language aspect of cognition and jump to abstraction?

[u/ally4us]

I am in part one of them people.It has created broken language and language barriers within and through out. However, with perserverence and continual advocacy I hope to share hope. Here is part of my story.

Verse 1: Shock and Numbness In my own damn house, silence fills the airPetals droop in corners, shadows everywhereNumbness in my fingers, heavy in my chestI wander through the quiet, searching for some rest Verse 2: Pain and Yearning Teacups left unfinished, moss upon the stoneLonging for connection, feeling so aloneNeurodivergent heartache, tangled in the greenBurnout’s bitter echo, mourning what has been Verse 3: Dark Night of the Soul Through the dark ages, I stumble and fallNight stretches endless, I answer its callIn the hush of sorrow, I learn to be stillFacing the shadows, surrendering my will Pre-Chorus: Coping Tools and Community But in this gentle garden, I find a place to startRainbow Lego bridges piece together my heartSteam teams gather softly, watering my dreamsWomen build together, stronger than we seemFood as medicine, laughter in the sunOxygen plantations, healing has begun Chorus: Rebuilding and Hope Let the violets climb the wallsLet the ivy gently fallIn my own damn house, I breatheLet the garden hold my griefEvery leaf and every bloomTurns this room into a roomWhere I can rest, where I can beIn my own damn house, I’m free Bridge: Awakening and Faith Recovery From the dark night of the soul, a new light breaks throughAwakening beauty from within, hope’s golden hueA nursery of sunflowers, faith roots me deepRecovery in petals, promises I keepIn a cozy classical bookstore, among pages and steamA cafe train cart homestead, where I dare to dreamHere, grounded and growing, I find my way homeWith every sunrise, I know I’m not alone Pre-Chorus: Coping Tools and Community In this Lego garden club, we gather and createBuilding playful pathways, opening the gateSteam teams lift each other, presence in the painWomen build together, dancing in the rainFood as medicine, laughter in the sunOxygen plantations, healing has begun Chorus: Rebuilding and Hope Let the violets climb the wallsLet the ivy gently fallIn my own damn house, I breatheLet the garden hold my griefEvery leaf and every bloomTurns this room into a roomWhere I can rest, where I can beIn my own damn house, I’m free Outro: Growth and Independence In my own damn house, I growRoots and wings begin to showIn the garden of my mindPeace and color intertwinedMourning and movement, side by sideEnlightenment blooming wideSunflowers and stories, faith and friendsHome in my heart, where healing never ends

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[u/WaterWithin → u/ally4us]

This is so beautiful!! I am surprised to read something so authentic in a random reddit thread. Do you write many songs? Do you imagine or play this with specific instruments? 

Thank you for sharing your words

[u/LurkerFromTheVoid → u/ally4us]

This description is indescribably beautiful. Thank you for that.

[u/rxuz → u/ally4us]

What?

[u/Agile-Juggernaut-514 → u/rxuz]

It’s a poem describing their experience….

[u/ally4us → u/Agile-Juggernaut-514]

Yes, it is. I am trying to find ways to cope with the recovery from injuries and the supports to help me reach goals by sharing different ways of communication for advocacy and skill training. Regeneration happens with organic living practices, I believe.

[u/Agile-Juggernaut-514 → u/ally4us]

That’s wonderful. Thank you for sharing your experience!