This month, it’s two years ago that I had my last eye surgery, an attempt at removing a cataract from myleft eye. It was hoped that I’d see a little again – before then, I only had a tiny bit of light perception. Though the surgery was a partial technical success, I gained only very minimal functional improvement. I am still classified as having light perception only.
The adjustment process to my blindness is ongoing. I remember ten years ago when I was at the blindness rehabilitation center, my psychologist, herself blind from birth, telling me I just had to accept the fact that I am blind. I didn’t see myself as low vision anymore – hadn’t fo ryears -, but I still had trouble accepting the fact that i’m essentially completely funcitonally blind.
For those who are coming here from a linky and don’t know my story, I was born three months prematurely in 1986 and developed an eye condition common in preemies. It left me legally blind all my life, but until I was around eight, I had considerable vision that I used everyday. I had some vision beyond light perception until I was seventeen.
Even though I’ve been (almost) totally blind for over ten years now, it’s still hard to accept. I don’t miss the loss of independence as much, as I was never all that independent to begin with. Also, though I lost some independence over the years, it’s more to do with my increasing executive dysfunction than with my blindness. What I miss most, is the loss of appreciation. For example, when I craft, I can no longer see what colors I’m using.
I don’t know for sure that I ever had the abilities that I wish I had. For example, it frustrates me that I cannot add pictures to my blog posts without help, because the requirement of having an image go with every blog post is one of the most 101’ish lessons in blogging. Blogs didn’t exist when I still had considerable vision, so I cannot be sure I was ever able to work pics in blog posts. I do appreciate the help kindly offered to me by some fellow bloggers in checking images for me to make sure they go well with my posts. It is a nuisance though having to constantly ask for help. In this sense, I cannot say I miss the loss of independence, but rather the lack thereof.
Sometimes, I wish I were partially sighted again, even though I cannot even know what I’d be able to do that I cannot now with low vision. After all, like I said, blogs didn’t exist back then and I didn’t do many crafts. IN this sense, I wonder whether I truly wish for myself to be the old, partially sighted me, or for myself to be able to compete on equal footing with sighted people.
This post was inspired by the one-word blog challenge. The choices of words for this week were “shame” and “light”.