The news came last Tuesday. It was the news I’d been hoping to hear.
I lost a large part of my sight a year ago. There’s still discussion amongst my doctors about what happened. Was it the effects of multiple sclerosis? Was it new stroke damage from an artery damaged when I sustained a crash injury in 2005. It didn’t really matter at this point. What did matter was the effect it had on my vision and my outlook on life.
A little background is in order here. I’ve always been a positive thinker. It was the way I had been raised. I was a dyed in the wool “glass half full” person. Looking for the positive in a situation was second nature to me.
What was different about this instance? Where did it leave me?
It wasn’t until the neuro-ophthalmologist showed me the print out of my visual field tests that I came to the realization of how much attention I had been putting on what I couldn’t see, on what I couldn’t do. That’s not like me. I wouldn’t accept that frame of mind in my patients. Now that I was the patient, why had I been accepting it in myself? The excuses came up surprisingly fast, as if they were waiting behind some veil, at the ready to defend my basically indefensible position. I can rationalize that they were there to protect me, to keep me safe. As long as I believed that blindness and visual impairment had the upper hand, I would fight to regain my sight. I would work to live my life as close to the one I knew as a fully sighted person.
I learned from others such as my occupational therapists, my trainer from the Lighthouse for the Blind and from my own stubborn-headed trial and error. I was going to make this work for me. I navigated the streets of my hometown and the places to which I would travel. I shopped, cooked, and cleaned for myself as I slowly adapted my home to suit me. I had some assistance from friends and family, but in the end, self-reliance was the order of the day.
During all of this, I had one constant thought running through my head – “I am blind.” A more accurate statement is “I am visually impaired and living with “low vision.” It’s not as easy to say and I tired of explaining to others what that meant. I kept hearing the term “blind” from those around me – doctors, therapists, my immediate circle and, most importantly, I was hearing it from myself.
I had become so involved with what I couldn’t see that I lost sight (figuratively and literally) of what I could see. My attention was on the glass half empty state of being partially blind. It didn’t consciously occur to me that this also meant that I was partially sighted. There were things that I could see, even if I couldn’t see them well.
What happened to me that day in Dr. Reader’s office still amazes me. I went in for my one year post-incident exam. I was run through an extensive series of tests and when They were completed, Dr. Reader and I reviewed the results. Yes, there were areas in which I did not and do not see. There also had been improvement since my original exam. The non-functioning areas were smaller and more discrete. And, lo and behold, there were areas that I could see. Not areas that I imagined I could see. There were large areas in my visual field that worked.
I was happy to have this new information and at the same time, I was taken aback. How long had I been looking at the half empty glass and not realizing that it was also half full. I had adopted the persona of a blind person. I kidded about my impairment. I dealt with life as not seeing. But most importantly, I believed at a very deep level that I couldn’t see.
Now I was faced with objective data that I could see, maybe not as well as I could before, but it was staring me in the face that my visual system was working again. I was elated and I was confused, very confused! Almost instantaneously, I could see. I approached the world in a new found way. My vision isn’t perfect, but it is a hell of a lot better than I believed it was. Believed – that’s the key word here.
How much do we hold onto to negative self-beliefs and perceptions? Are we perpetuating them by garnering agreement from those around us? What is that costing us?
Change happens in an instant. The preparation for change and, definitely for me, absorbing what that change means in our lives, is where the work is. Are you preparing for or instigating change in your life? When it happens, how readily will you accept and embrace it?