When I was 18, I fell in with a group of young people. Like me, they were deaf. All of us spoke; at that time none of us used sign language. Among these people I quickly found a significant point of difference between people who were deaf and people who were not. It was laughter. […]
The Unguarded Quarter Publications
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“Mum, the dog ate my brain-development device.”
Two posters, ostensibly linked to deafness, follow the attention-grabbing tactic of advertising. Both get it completely wrong. Poor … Read On...