Can you see me?

so this morning when we went to get our shot, we were sitting in the waiting room waiting to go in, and this guy, he’s another patient, with severe mental illness, was there. I sort of know him, I’ve been in the hospital with him before.
Anyway all of a sudden he turns to me and says
“hey, can you see me?”
I ignored him at first, but he kept repeating himself over and over.
“No, I eventually said”
“Can you see anything?
Me: Nope!
“were you born blind?” Was his next question!
Me: Yes! I was!
“but can you see colours? He then asked.
Me: No I literally cant see anything!
At this point I was becoming very pissed off. I just wanted to be left alone!
His next question was
“But how did you get here if you cant see?”
Me, with irritation in my voice and wishing the nurse would come to get me now…
“I got a taxi!”
Wow! He said.
Then he got up and left thank goodness for that!
And the nurse came to get me. I didnt bother saying anything to her about what happened. I hate answering dumb questions about my blindness, I mean, I dont mind answering them if it comes up in conversation, but I hate it when the first thing a person asks me is how long I’ve been blind? Or what I am able to see and how I manage not being able to see.
This guy had no tact! I think his illness got in the way of him having a filter and knowing that sometimes you need to leave people be and not get all up in their business.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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