![]() With thick lenses and very bright light, I could actually get around and function but not enough to avoid the label “seeing impaired” though. The doctors never did come up with an explanation for my failing eyesight or for the fact that at a certain point, it stopped. It was as if the world were picking on me, and my family was leaving me behind in darkness. ![]() I felt so alone and resented that everyone else could go along with their daily tasks when I couldn’t. At least, that was what I thought then, not realizing that my family was affected by my blindness too. I was lost in my darkening world, and I hated everyone because I was the only one affected. I didn’t want anyone to look at me, to see the real me. It wasn’t until I started going blind in high school that I’d started to put on the weight and grow a nasty personality. ![]() Now that I was thin, I needed the extra cushioning that a nice, expensive, thick towel would give when I wanted to lie back in the tub. When I’d been heavy, even the back of my neck had been cushioned with fat. I sighed, and stretching an arm out of the bath, I reached for and rolled up a plush hand towel into a tube, setting it behind my neck. ![]()
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