I Emailed a blind friend this morning telling him about the audio description problem I have had. His response was:
“Wasn’t standing up and roaring, “this audio description is clearly run by a Stalinist dictatorship,” before launching your headset in to the crowd an option?”
He was obviously joking but it got me thinking.
If the film had packed up thus affecting everyone, people would have been angry, doing anything from tutting to shouting and demanding their money back. Children would have cried and people would have been disappointed.
But I didn’t do any of that because if I had, I’d have been viewed as an annoyance, or even worse, an embarrassment. I’d probably have been evicted from the cinema quickly and quietly so as to avoid a scene.
Why I wonder? Because for so many years, blind people were kept in the background, they were to be pitied, not included. There is still this inner feeling that I have which makes me want to blend in, even if that means not receiving the same level of service as everyone else. One day maybe I’ll lose this feeling of needing to be grateful for what the sighted world takes for granted.