It’s been a while again. This time I have to blame grad
school. But I graduated with my MA in history! Proof that limitations don’t
have to stop you. I’ll get back to that in a minute.
One of the biggest new changes since getting the contacts
has been joining a Facebook community of people with achromatopsia (and family
members of people with Achromatopsia). I’ve found some surprising things from
these new connections.
Of course, one of the most enjoyable parts about it is
talking with people who understand something about me that most people don’t. I
think that’s a pretty normal human experience, varied by all the reasons we can
feel different from people around us.
But I was surprised how different we are from each other.
Maybe that sounds silly. Of course we would have different ways of dealing with
achromatopsia, and even slightly different physical manifestations of achromatopsia.
But before this I was the only one I knew who had it. I remember that when I
met with administrators helping me through elementary school, they always
reminded me that I knew better than anyone what my vision is like. I was the
sole expert in my area. Finding out that others like me sometimes saw things
(literally) quite differently from the way I do was strange, but probably a
good reminder about relating to people in general.
I realized something more important than this, though. I
mentioned in an earlier post that this kind of half-hidden condition (or maybe
any for that matter) forces you to just see through it, to accept it as the
frame of reference for your life. What else can you do? Perhaps because of
this, combined with the fact that, until recently, a “cure” was completely out
of the question, I never gave much attention to causes of “awareness.” Maybe
that sounds heartless. Maybe it was. I don’t know.
Anyway, I had an experience that changed my mind. One day
this spring, I was visiting with my mother, and I thought about the fact that
Easter was approaching. Easter egg hunts have by no means been the most
important part of the holiday for my family (I mean, Jesus is kind of more
important than painted eggs or plastic ones with candy inside), but we
frequently did them. And I remembered my first egg hunt as a very small child.
It was a community egg hunt, divided by age groups, no parents allowed. Since
my brother and I were about a year apart in age, we went together. He was given
strict instructions to help me, which everyone assumed would be ok, since the
eggs were just lying in the grass. But I had no protection from the sun, an
achromat’s worst enemy. I couldn’t see the eggs in the blaze of light around
me, even when my frustrated brother pointed them out. All the other kids raced
around grabbing eggs, and we got only a few. Many tears were shed that day, and
the whole family went home upset.
Now, don’t worry. As terrible as this probably was to my 3
or 4 year old self, I’m not relaying it as an open wound. I wish that had been
the worst I ever experienced! But when I mentioned it to my mother, you could
tell she still regretted it. I doubt she’s torn up about that specific event,
but I think it would have helped if she could have understood better what she
was dealing with, what I was dealing with. In my small-child understanding, I
couldn’t comprehend it fully, let alone communicate it to others. Plus I had
nothing to compare it to. This was the world as I had always known it.
More importantly, we didn’t know what this was. None of us had heard of achromatopsia. We had certainly
never met anyone who had it or understood it. We were on our own. I was on my
own. I had to be not just sole expert but sole interpreter between the sighted
world around me and my own vision. It took me my whole childhood and beyond to
come up with a pretty good explanation for others, and, even then, I’ve
recently realized how much I had not given myself leeway for finding my way in
a world not built for me.
I posted this story on the achromatopsia Facebook page, and
got a variety of responses. But the ones that struck me were those who knew
from very early childhood that they had achromatopsia and avoided events like
this. Many of the people on the page are parents seeking advice for helping
their kids with achromatopsia. How I wish my mother had had that help! Not just
for my sake, but for hers! What a difference it would have made to have someone
who knew what it was like and who
could offer advice and directions for how to navigate the world with
achromatopsia.
But simply promoting “awareness” is too generic. Sure,
raising money for cures can be a really good cause, but real awareness is much
more. I wouldn’t expect anyone to actually be aware of all the illnesses,
conditions, and genetic disorders out there. Good grief, that’d take a
lifetime! And possibly some medical degrees.
What I would encourage people to do is to try to understand
the people around you. I think one of the things that I find most discouraging
about people not understanding is when they’re afraid to ask. Yes, there’s a
time and place for everything. I’m not too fond of the strangers who ask
insensitive questions when I’m at work in my summer job. But if you’re someone
who knows me, and you show that you really just want to know more, I’m happy to
share! I realize not everyone may have my attitude about it. That’s the tricky
thing about getting to know people: you have to try to discern who that person
actually is. But I think that in most cases, if you try to avoid assumptions
and make them feel free to talk about what
it’s like for them, you may be surprised. And you may find ways to help
make life easier. Of course, the best way to do this is to be a friend first. A
little understanding and observation can go a long way to forming a genuine
offer of help that will be acceptable.
I can’t say that there’s a strong chance you’ll know another
person with achromatopsia. I can’t even say I’d recommend trying to suggest
diagnoses to people you meet. But there’s always the possibility that you could
help or encourage someone to find a network of people who understand. Or you could come to understand. You don’t
have to have a genetic condition to know why that’s so important.
I said I’d get back to completing my MA. One of the things I
learned is that even I am still learning where my limitations truly are (isn’t
that another normal human experience?). I’ve always tried to be realistic about
the fact that some things are beyond my reach. But I also realized after
meeting with a staff member with the office for students with disabilities at
my college that I had thought of myself as more limited than I am. He has his
own physical limitations, but I learned from our conversation that I probably don’t
struggle quite as much as I had thought with completing reading assignments. This is important, since the majority of my
professional life will be reading and writing!
Here’s where you’d normally see some platitude about how you can’t know if you’ll succeed unless you
try, or to accomplish big things you
have to do hard things. These are true, and I whole-heartedly agree. But it
would be dishonest of me not to say that the biggest thing that has helped me
and driven me is prayer and my relationship to God. With Him, I am not afraid
to try, and I am not afraid to fail. Ok, maybe I am kind of afraid to fail. But
I know that who I am is connected to something, Someone, far more important
than any degree or career. And I know that wisdom and strength are ultimately
from Him. My biggest accomplishment, His biggest accomplishment in my life, has
been the gradual increase of difficult tasks (whether they be academic or learning
to live more independently as a visually impaired person) in order to increase
my trust in Him, the thing I was really cut out to do.