Someone thought I was used to my family’s way, but they realised I had been trying to tell them that I wasn’t. Being the only Deaf person in a hearing family, heard but not really nor seen, the silent abuse endured. Crying behind a raining window, sheer white fabric with white text and visual audio lines tells of the silent world I live in and with the song Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny that matches my experience. Local Winner Nillumbik Prize for Contemporary Art 2025 video and textile poemdeaf, deafness, sleepwalk, santo and johnny,