How I describe myself.

My first post since I ran out of data in my old free blog.

I love today’s daily prompt question. It’s somehow appropriate since I’m someone who cannot see except as blurs or pops of colour.

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Since unless it’s 4 inches from my nose it’s a total blur and I cannot recognise my own family members by their faces (as to me they’re faceless) I either need to use my phone to view people through the camera, or try to associate shapes, colours, etc to the person.

In the collage above are 3 complete strangers, a friend who I was teaching to quilt, and my grandson on 2 different occasions.

First the strangers. Taken with their permission after they asked how much I can see.

Top left was a cyclist wearing hi-vis yellow jacket and gloves his bike, helmet, and trousers were black, as ever the camera makes the photo brighter so in my reality he merged into the background blur so brain saw him in focus as a half eaten giant yellow jelly baby (Charles Bonnet Syndrome hallucination).

Top right was a lady at my local hospital sitting on the deep windowsill built for use as additional seating. I was sharing with her how I saw her. She was wearing a bright pink top and dark trousers, and said to her if I hadn’t known her shoulder length bob was her dark hair I might have thought it was a hood especially if she’d been wearing a dark top.

Bottom middle a lady with her 2 dogs (there’s a black one behind the cream one merging into the vegetation behind it- I could only see it because my brain was aware of the wagging tail). As this lady was walking up through the woodland path I could only see the cream dog (which came to say hello) until they came into the light on the edge of the wood. Her dark clothes were a perfect camouflage as I looked down the darker path and her light skin tone on her face when she was close enough first just looked like a highlight where sunlight broke through the leafy canopy, then a floating orb, then my brain could work out there was a person coming.

My friend. Bottom left. She’s someone I met after my sight loss and has similar shape and hair colour to my daughter so I had to work out who it was when making this collage. I was explaining to her why I could only appreciate her colour choices when I was up close and personal, or looking at a photo of her quilt blocks as we were laying the pieces out on the bed so she could plan the final layout of the quilt she was making. With her grey top and dark trousers, and her dark straight hair tied back my friend is standing looking towards me.

My grandson.

Top middle. Wearing a dark football strip, at the far end of a wooden bridge his face and legs glowing. He was searching for sticks to play Poohsticks with.

Bottom right. Wearing red football strip, he’s on the pitch by the goal. The goal post is sideways on so the white blur of the pole reaching to the back at an angle can be seen. You may notice the vertical post at the front seems distorted. That’s because the goalkeeper is behind it in the goal mouth.

So how do I describe myself. I’m a silver haired, white woman. Currently wearing a yellow T-shirt and black trousers as I sit typing this blogpost. My hair is cut short.

Until next time.