Earlier today, I linked to a post I wrote on my personal website on what it is like for me to live my life with a visual impairment. A friend’s comment sparked another thought and then it was like a snowball rolling down hill and led to an entire sequel post.
This post contains more childhood memories, memories of what it was like when I lost a lot of the vision I was born with, why I relate better to people older than me and when it was that I felt like I could relate to people my own age for the first time.
If you liked the first one, this one might be even better.
The fact that I am visually impaired does not come up often on this site. For reasons that remain unclear to me even hours after writing it, I decided to write a post about what it has been like for me to live my life with blindness. I wrote it on my personal website, so if you are interested in reading it:
I do not claim that my experiences are the same as anyone else. Nor do I claim that my opinions on matters of discrimination are the same as anyone else. I’m just giving my assessment of how things are for me.
I don’t usually make it a habit to talk about aspects of my personal life on this site. Sure, I share personal opinions about my history with music or other things but don’t normally talk the day-to-day stuff.
This is mostly because my day-to-day life is boring.
However, I’m putting this out there.
I realize that there is plenty of day left for Sheiky baby to tweet something awesome. That’s a risk I am willing to take today because this tweet kind of sums up how I am feeling today.