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Low Vision Lighthouse
2019 04 06 I was told I had early-onset macular degeneration twenty five years ago. It didn’t bother me appreciably till the lat few years. About a year ago The Lighthouse called me, told me there’d be classes coming up that I could attend. They finally arrived: now they’re about to end. I thank them and commend their efforts to help people loosing their sight. I’m going to develop this module to tell low-vision stories.
Some of my classmates are legally blind, others have low-vision. None of us are totally blind.
Watch me, I won’t look “blind” at all in some respects, then you may suddenly see: he’s worse than we thought.
I had the pleasure this Tuesday of telling one the faculty members that the main benefit I was getting from the meetings was the discovery that I’m very fond of the participants, on both sides of the “desk”.
Nearly all the “faculty” members are victives of low-vision themselves. I have the impression that all faculty members are themselves alumni of these classes.
One gal had us all laughing the other day a she narrated an adventure she had at home recently. She explained how she maps in her mind where her landmarks are: “the tree with the puddle at its baee is in that direction: if I keep it on my left I’ll be moving north …” Brenda’s husband calls her. She answers. “Coming.” Het feet start getting wet. Sure, she’s near the tree. Then her feet get wetter. Well, maybe it rained. Then her whole self is wet: … She’s walked into the pond!
For the last year the VA has been dragging its feet. They promise new glasses but don’t send them. I hold over the VA people the Lighthouse’s claim that they’ll give me appropriate magnifiers: 3 or 4 power; not 1 and a fraction. Why? the doctor asks: we can give you such magnifiers. “Then why don’t you?” I ask: I’ve needed them all along.
Well, Lighthouse didn’t breat any speed records getting me mine. Just the lat two weeks: and this coming Tuesday I’ll have all I’m currently asking for.
Wish me luck.