Deaf Blind And Dumb Novels & Stories

"So, after that day, I went home and started destroying everything in my reach. I was just so consumed by my emotions. But once I calmed down, I realized that the feelings I had for you maybe weren’t mutual, and that’s okay. You’re pregnant with someone else’s child, and who am I to question you about anything? I can’t just turn my back on you when you’ve been nothing but generous to me. That was the moment when all my insecurities hit me. I forced myself to be practical—how could a girl as beautiful as you not have someone in her life? Even if you didn’t have anyone, there was never a chance for me from the start. I’m just a blind man, unfit to care for you. I can’t give you anything; I don

The downside of her ability was that she couldn't hear overly loud noises. "Does my disability bother you?" Celeste asked. "Not really," Dante responded. "There have been cases of blind people using echolocation to do things. Your disability doesn't mean you're any lesser." "What if..." Celeste paused with her hands balled. "I'm not a human? Would it bother you?" She felt Dante walk past her, engulfing her presence with his cologne as he spoke again, "Does it bother you? I've seen all sorts of people in my life. I don't think I would feel bothered by anything as simple as that."

"Of course, Dan! I'd love to tell you about Angela. She's a little Angel, and she's very special." Dan eagerly settled beside Mitchell, his attention fully captivated. "Why is she special?" "Well," Mitchell began, "Angela has a condition. She's partially deaf and dumb; which means that she can't hear very well and most times, she doesn't hear at all, she can't express herself with words too. But let me tell you, those differences make her unique and amazing." Dan listened with full attention, his young mind eager to absorb every word. "What kind of things does Angela like to do?"

I am even willing to give whatever request the Mate of the wolf I met in my dreams, but I know that Leo won’t let me. ‘You might think that they are irrelevant, but trust me when I say, blind men may not be able to see physically, but they see more important things than those who can see. Deaf people might not be able to hear physically, but they understand things that even those who can hear would never know. Mute people might not be able to speak, but the words they wrote made more sense than those who could speak. The world isn’t always black and white, and the moment you realize that and recognize the other colors that you weren’t able to pay attention to, you will be able to get the ans

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

It was only on a few occasions where Beatrice had looked away during delivery of a sentence where Emily would stop and ask her to repeat it. It fascinated Beatrice to learn that many deaf people didn’t consider their deafness a disability at all. This was the misconception of what Emily called the Hearing World. Those who could hear often saw deaf people as ill and treated them that way. Deaf people had been fighting against this misconception for years. Emily told them that deafness was a cultural matter, defined by its language. There were deaf writers, filmmakers, athletes, comedians, and poets. Deafness wasn’t an illness—it was a way of life.

asks my animai curiously. “It’s called tactile sign language. It’s how someone deaf, mute, and blind can communicate. I can’t see the words she signs, but I can feel them,” I smile in reassurance. “I never wanted to hurt anyone, but the hunger was too much. Simon takes care of me. I know he does horrible things, but he’s good to me,” Amber signs, “He… he would even give me the hearts,” she slowly signs. I may not be able to see her face, but I can feel the shame coming through her hands. Those who learn to speak with their hands are quite adept at channelling their emotions through them too, one just has to be willing to notice.

Yet, amidst the flurry of preparations, a single figure stood apart – Nana, the King's trusted advisor, her brow furrowed in worry. Lucius, the Alpha King, was nowhere to be seen. Blind since birth, he navigated the palace with an uncanny awareness, a symphony of memorized footfalls and the subtle shifts in air currents his constant companions. Yet, tonight, the familiar rhythm of his steps was absent.

Serenity said, thinking about the kid. Yanny had always been a strong and hard-working child. Although deaf since birth, his disability made him a more tolerant person with high endurance. Yanny had learned to speak fluently within a short time after he had gotten his hearing aids. Serenity knew Yanny worked hard and learned faster than kids his age, not just because he was intelligent.

Xavier inquired. What kind of question was that? Even though Yvette didn't understand why Xavier was asking such a thing, she thought for a moment before answering him. "Well, neither is better than the other. If I had to choose which is better, I'd say it's hard to judge. A blind person can think, but someone with an intellectual disability forgets many things and doesn't understand things the way a normal brain would." "If you had to choose, which would you prefer to be?" Xavier followed up.