During high school I thought my destiny was to be a psychologist. I took an AP Psych class that was filled with opportunities for introspection. We took a lot of fun self-analysis tests…One in particular focused on if we were type A or B personality. I was a classic Type B. I retook the test as a psych major in college and just now for fun. On a scale of 35 (type B) to 385 (type A) I scored a 305. My first instinct? To research the validity of the test I just took and then how common it is to switch from one type to another, what it means for my life, job and family, etc. A total type A reaction. The test is valid.
Becoming type A (or OCD, control freak, micromanager, or… fill in the stereotype) presents an interesting challenge for me as a person with a progressive eye disease. According to doctors 20 years ago I should be totally blind by now. If you look at the studies today they say there is no way to predict the progression of vision loss. When reading the latest research there is hope that I may never be totally blind or better yet, that my vision loss might be reversed.
What is a control freak to do with an unclear prognosis? Welcome to my secret fixation of the last few months.
I feel most comfortable when I can anticipate and plan. As a blind-ish person I don’t know if there is any other way to be. I mean, how else can you ensure that you don’t run out of tampons?!
So, my type A mind wants to know the plan. So much so that I’ve ended up down a very strange train of thought. You ready for it? “I wish it would just hurry up and happen already.”
My first, very visceral counter-thought to that is that of course I don’t want to be totally blind. Sorry if this offends anyone who is… but I would absolutely, 100% choose a life in which I had full vision. However, that is not the life that I have and I’m good with that.
Being blind-ish and sort of sighted is a weird limbo to be in. I have a guide dog that I sometimes need and sometimes don’t. I can read, except when I can’t. I can see a smile, but not the expression in someones eyes at the same time. I can’t drive, but I can see the road. I crave light so that I can see but am in pain if the light is too bright. I look “normal” (I hate that word) but the disease in my eyes is anything but normal. I advocate for and identify as a person with disabilities but sometimes wonder if I’m really one of them in the way people who have progressed worse than I am are.
I don’t want to miss one single thing that God has in store for me to see but I also don’t feel comfortable in flux.
I just read a book written by a woman with Usher syndrome that I was lucky enough to meet several years ago. Her mantra is “breathe in peace, breathe out fear”. At the heart of wanting to hurry up the end result is the desire to control the fear. To plan for the unknown. I mean, how bizarre is it to want to hurry up blindness?! Obviously I don’t want that. I know God and genes and disease process and environmental factors control the end game. I just want a say-so. I want to be in control of what is in store for my body and my life.
Usually I wait to write a blog post until I’ve already learned a lesson or achieved a new level of self-awareness. Not this time. Today I’m just putting my crazy out there and hoping you guys can appreciate it 🙂