In pre-Blindy days, life was pretty comfortable. I was a reasonably successful auctioneer and antique dealer in the family business in Dunedin, strolling towards retirement. The retinitis pigmentosa diagnosis of likely blindness changed things; suddenly, future plans and living arrangements needed closer attention. More than 20-odd years later, I'm now a fully 'paid up' Blindy, though, like most, not totally sightless.
It’s fair to say I've got a bit cranky in recent years. Age will do that, along with the threat of complete sight loss. Those beloved of verbal tinsel describe the process of increasing blindness as a 'journey'; it’s not a bad word, but it does infer a willing destination and tends to skate over the frustration and disappointments along the way.
During my 'trip' I've met a lot of folk associated with sight problems, some dedicated, some delightfully inspirational, others sadly entrenched in the concept that dealing with blindness is a serious business. Like most Brits raised in pre-PC times, I reckon poking fun can be healthy, even where disability is concerned.









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