I grew up with limited vision, but I did not grow up with a limited life. That looked a lot different back in the 70’s and 80’s than it does today, but one thing held true for me. My family and friends often forgot that I could not see just as well as they could. That partially could have been because of all the times I just went with the flow and told them I saw things I did not.
I did not want to be different and wanted to fit in as much as I possibly could. This is still true today and my friends have to remind me that others do not realize I have vision problems. They simply see me as Barbara.
Living with limited vision means different things for different people. Because I have never seen well, it does not affect me as dramatically as it does someone who suddenly loses their sight, but it has still been a big adjustment. It has taken quite an emotional toll over the years and shaped me into the person I am today. There are different levels of limited vision. I am currently legally blind. This does not mean that I am “blind” in the traditional sense of the word. I actually see quite a bit, but I still have to do many “second takes” to be sure I am seeing what I think I am seeing. For me, living with limited vision is like perpetually asking yourself,
“Is that a bear riding that bicycle?”