I do different things that other kids can’t

I was always the easy Crazy Eyes Loser. There was this girl who liked to pick on me in middle school. In my first year of middle school, she and her friends called me names. I was sad when I heard the names that they called me—things like four eyes, crazy eyes, loser. My second year of middle school, it was just her; the rest stopped picking on me. The last year of middle school, I began to ignore her. It worked and she stopped. I will tell you about my disability and all that I can do.

When I was six to eight weeks old, I had eye surgery. The doctors said that I was having signs of my mom’s disability. She has glaucoma and I could develop it in the future. Glaucoma runs in our family; my mom’s dad also has it.

They took out the lens in my eyes or else I would see worse than I do now. If they had not taken my lens out, I would see blurry and very small. But after the surgery, I only see very small. Everything is small to me. A bee, I would not even notice, unless it touched me or I could hear its wings buzzing. I could not see far-away things. I started having lessons with a vision teacher during kindergarten.

Around this time, my mother also started to teach me about using a cane in public and using magnifiers. She taught me some ABCs in braille. She even bought me magnets of the alphabet so I could practice at home. She said, “Don’t think about what you can’t do, think about the different things you can do that other kids can’t.” It made me feel kind of good because I do different things that other kids can’t.

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