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// 004 — Profile: Fractured Wholeness

This is the part I never knew how to write. A face in fragments. A body with two ears but only half the signal. INFJ. Male. Neurodivergent (possibly). Strong but sensitive. Wired to listen with my eyes and decode from distortion.

“I was born deaf. We think.”

That ambiguity has followed me ever since. Official diagnoses came late. What I had already learned—through instinct, frustration, and mimicry—came first.

Later (very much later) I found out I had Auditory Processing Disorder. It wasn’t about not hearing—it was about not deciphering. Sound arrived. Meaning didn’t always follow.

This series of pages is part reflection, part reconstruction. Photos assembled like memory. A mouth here. An ear there. The parts I use to listen—visually, instinctively, emotionally.

INFJ. A contradiction. Alone in crowds. Loud in solitude.

Drawn to the symbolic. To roots and wings. To old scars and whispered intentions.

This post is a preview of the personal profile section from process zine #00.

It’s not a full picture—just signal fragments arranged by need, not order.