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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

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A Cane in the Hand

On the bus ride across town from my Dad's house to my apartment, I took Zelda out on the bus and kept her in my lap as I listened to a history podcast.  As people got on the bus, I... Continue Reading →

Lesson #3 Entirely with Zelda

I think I was on a bit of a cloud during my first two sessions with Tamar.  I was so proud of myself to have taken such a big step, impressed with her, safe with Joe there at the second... Continue Reading →

Mobility Training – Day 1- Down on my Knees

After 6 months on the waiting list, I have finally begun mobility training at the Braille Institute. Although the waiting period gave me time to absorb some of the gravity of my decision to do O&M,  my emotions are running... Continue Reading →

Life in Degrees

With my recent decline in vision and subsequent approval for mobility training, I have been retracing my RP life in degrees.  When I was diagnosed with RP, I had about 50 degrees of peripheral vision.  7 years later, I had... Continue Reading →

Navigating Urban Life

In the years since I stopped working, I have made a point of avoiding the navigation of urban life as much as possible.  I hide away.  Frustration and fear are my constant companions.  My vibrance has been sand papered away and I... Continue Reading →

Pillars and White Canes

I am a walking disaster. The bruises on my arm and hand and legs, and the bump on my head, remind me that I can't just walk through the world as if I am graceful, as if I can see.... Continue Reading →

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