Many of my blind friends say that they would not want to have sight. They have adapted to being blind and some even feel that another sense would be sensory overload. If I could have mine, hell yeah! I’d jump at the chance. Not because I can’t cope as a blind person but because of the attitudes of people around me.
OK, so I’ve had a rubbish day at work followed by a few drinks, a recipe for bolshiness if ever there was one! But, this is my blog and I’m gonna use it!
Two things have wound me up to the max today. Firstly, my husband who is also blind visited the job centre this afternoon. An appointment had been made for him in order that they could help him fill in some forms. However, it was all very different when he got there. No, they didn’t have the forms in an accessible format and it would take months probably to get them. Could his wife fill in the forms for him? No, she’s also blind. Is there anyone else to fill in the forms? No, would it have been necessary to make an appointment if this was the case? Could his wife take the forms into work and ask a colleague to help her fill them in?
You what? As a blind person who is finding work more and more of a struggle each day due to increasing accessibility problems and a bigger workload than ever, I am now expected to take time out of my busy day, and take a colleague’s time out to fill in some forms. How many of you would ask a colleague to do this? No one? right. Apart from anything else, whatever happened to confidentiality?
After work we met a friend and went for something to eat. all was fine. Lovely food, good beer, friendly and helpful staff. time to wind down after a stressful day. Until that is, it was time to go home by taxi. We waited outside the pub with my guide dog visible. We’d told the company when making a booking that we had a guide dog with us. First the taxi drove past us and waited 20 or 30 yards away until we decided we should perhaps approach it and find out if it was a taxi. Once in the taxi the driver clearly wasn’t listening to my husband’s directions. When we got to our road we told the driver where our house was. He didn’t stop when we reached it, despite us asking him to do so and telling him to back up. He took us to the top of the road and stopped by a row of garages.
So I got out of the car without saying anything, and yes, I may have given him the finger as he drove back past us.
Some days things are more difficult than others and yes, today is a bad day, but both of those issues arose because we are blind.
would I have my sight if I could? I’d jump at it!