I'm starting to talk about this more: this project about vision loss, and about my vision loss in general.
Today somebody said, "Are you alright?" because My face was this close to the screen in the computer lab. "Do you know that I'm legally blind?" I replied, and we had a great conversation.
Someone else asked, "What do you see when you look at me?" and it was interesting to explain how I saw her coat, her pants and her hair, how her bits of her eyeglasses glinted into focus while pieces of her face formed into some sort of expression. Then the rest of the room: the office desk phone and laptop were easy to identify, but the tape dispenser and cafeteria glass wore shrouds of ambiguity until I walked over to see who they were. But that dark thing—the one right under the clock—I still have no idea.
Someone else asked, "What do you see when you look at me?" and it was interesting to explain how I saw her coat, her pants and her hair, how her bits of her eyeglasses glinted into focus while pieces of her face formed into some sort of expression. Then the rest of the room: the office desk phone and laptop were easy to identify, but the tape dispenser and cafeteria glass wore shrouds of ambiguity until I walked over to see who they were. But that dark thing—the one right under the clock—I still have no idea.
Sometimes seeing (clearly) means doing some legwork. Get up. Take a walk. Look. See?
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