It is a bonus to have lost my central vision gradually, as I know where things should be and many movements and behaviours are done, not because I can see, but because I know what should be there. I suppose you can call it faith. …. Being sure of what you hope for and confident of what you cannot see.
In the gym there are hairdryers on special holders between the mirrors where everyone beautifies themselves and puts on their ‘faces’ etc. One day I walked up to the dresser and plonked my gym bag in front of a mirror-not that I can see my face in it, but it makes me feel like everyone else. I reached my hand out to get the hair dryer, but it wasn’t there. I waved my hand around trying to find it and then I laughed and slid my things along to the next mirror. If someone had been watching it must have looked pretty weird …as if I was waving my hand trying to do a magic trick and make the hairdryer appear (or maybe I was practicing to be a one hand conductor!).
It is only when things are not where they should be that I notice that I can’t see it. Usually it can be embarrassing, but then I choose: either I laugh at how funny I must look or I blush and never go back to the gym again. Guess what I chose?
I now call this the VIP Wave (Visually Impaired Person )