This is a personal post, not a legal one, so feel free to skip it. Don’t worry, it is not about to be some Angela’s Ashes style disclosure that will curdle your milk on your breakfast cereal, though it is about my childhood, there are no significant harm issues.
When I was eleven, my teacher taught us a lesson about Louis Braille, the man who invented Braille language for the blind. My teacher told us that Louis Braille had gone blind in one eye due to an accident with an awl, doing woodwork when a splinter went into his eye. He then told us that years later, Louis Braille once rubbed his blind eye and then rubbed his good eye with the same hand without thinking about it and it made him blind in both eyes. [This is not quite true – there was an infection from the wound as a result of the first injury, but it had nothing to do with rubbing it]
This story meant that until about twenty-five, I would only ever touch my left eye with my left hand, and vice versa, to make sure that if I went blind, it would only be in one eye. Thanks teach!
I was very afraid as a child of going blind. I still am, to be honest. I used to test myself by putting a tie around my head so that I couldn’t see, and trying to do basic everyday tasks – getting dressed, brushing my teeth, going downstairs, making breakfast. I knew the dimensions of my home, how many paces from bed to door, how high the doorhandle was, how many steps from my door to the top of the stairs, with my eyes closed. I even tried to teach myself Braille whilst I still had my sight, figuring that it would be easier.
When I was twelve, we had an eye test at school. And I failed it. I should have seen it coming, in retrospect. I was able to answer any question asked aloud, or written in a textbook, but I never put my hand up for any question written on the blackboard. And when we were out in a car and my dad said “Look! can you see that kestrel?” I never could, but I just nodded excitedly and pretended. The eye testing people told me that I’d have to wear glasses for a little bit, just to fix my eyes and that wearing glasses would make my eyes better so I wouldn’t need them. Lies.
When I came out of that eye test and I knew I’d have to wear glasses, I knew that my life was ruined. I didn’t take it well, I was not a brave little soldier. A week later, I stopped being Andrew and became “specky four-eyes” or “brainbox” or “Professor”. I hated every moment of wearing those glasses, becoming just a kid who wears glasses and not me any more.
A year later, I went for the repeat eye test, and I had just one goal – getting a pass and not having to wear them anymore. So when I went in the room, I immediately memorized the board. It worked up until they revolved it, at which point my ability to read tiny, tiny writing mysteriously vanished. I would have to do better next year. So I upped my game. I had memorized not only the first board, but all of the later boards that I had seen when they had put lenses on. Turns out, it is harder to fool optometrists than you think it would be.
Wearing glasses made me very shy. In case this is feeling a bit self-pitying, I’ll show that I have some perspective. There was a kid in my class who had lost his arm somehow, and if you gave him 50p, he would take his artificial arm off and let you touch his stump. He had a lot more to be sorry about than I did – so I’m just trying to tell you how it felt for me then. I know it wasn’t really that bad.
I’m still shy today, to be honest. A lot more shy than anyone would imagine, and that’s because when I went to college and was surrounded by a peer group of strangers, who didn’t only know me as “specky four eyes”, didn’t know me at all, I had an important revelation. “None of these people know that you’re shy”, I thought, “so you get to pretend that you’re someone who isn’t. Who would you like to be? And just be them”
So I found some really good masks to put on, and eventually, the people I was pretending to be sort of became the people I was. I was also really lucky to be born into a generation where glasses and being brainy and being interested in smart stuff went from being things that would marginalise you and get you bullied if you mentioned them to suddenly becoming cool. I’ve been waiting about ten years for the old world order to be restored and for people to start picking on geeks again, but it turns out we won. Thank you Joss Whedon!
Anyway, about three weeks ago, I noticed that I wasn’t able to read magazines properly. I was doing a sort of dance with them, moving them back and forth until I could see the print, then it would go. And then it turned into books. And then I noticed that I was actually reading better without my glasses than with them. I’m thirty years older now than when I was faking those eye tests, so I wasn’t thinking “My god, I’m finally fixed, I don’t need glasses any more” – but I was back to thinking those terrible things about having to navigate the world without sight.
It turns out that I just need varifocals. I’m not going blind, I’m just old. Officially old. But it was something of an emotional day, stirring up all those old thoughts, and I just thought for once I would share them.
I was blind, but now I see, as Primal Scream sang.
Hi Andrew, thank you for your post. As I make my interminable journey to Salisbury for day 15, I now do so in a better frame of mind. You don’t know me but I know the lovely Harj with whom you have the good fortune to work. Please ask her to give you a hug which you deserve (and give her one back from me). Kind regards Chris
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When I see her, I will !
Should’ve gone to Specsavers! LOL
Thanks for a refreshingly insightful and poignant post.
I should have asked them to sponsor the post – they did do my eyetest yesterday (which took longer than usual because I kept giving inconsistent answers – old habits of trying to trick opticians die hard…)
I am even older than you but you took me right back to my childhood as another four eyes, uncomfortably shy and bookish as well. I hated my glasses and I was so glad to get contact lenses. I was at about your age adjusted in one eye for sight and one for reading .
I am pleased now that it fashionable to wear specs, so children do not go through the four eyes stuff though probably go through something else instead.
Hip replacement next?
That’s a lovely story and yes things that we are told has a child we did beleve very much I have a few my self .
I rember my friends uncle growing up thinking if you kissed a girl you would get her pregnant that was the best I heard because me and my friend believed it in till we got to high school
Funny looking back now
Glad your glasses free at last just don’t go rubbing your eyes
I’m shy too but I’ve overcome it by not taking myself too seriously. There’s nothing wrong with men who wear glasses. In fact, I’ve always thought that a man who wears glasses can look really sexy.
I should be able to flag that comment with a Favourite button.
Be VERY careful walking downstairs in varifocals … (Where will I get the relevant bits of my CPD if you are incapacitated?!)
Strangely I finally got round to booking my eyes test in this evening, way overdue of course! but your post put me in mind of one of my favourite quotes …
Be very, very careful what you put into your head, because you’ll never, ever get it out ~ Thomas Cardinal Wolsey
Interestingly that reference to Cardinal Wolsey is crucially wrong. The words are reported by George Cavendish, a gentleman usher, and are thought to have been the Wolsey’s last recorded words. What he was saying was that he had many times tried to dissuade Henry VIII from a course of action, always without success. So the point was advice to Master Kingston, a potential privy counsellor, that once the King had got an idea in his head, it couldn’t be dislodged, so be careful what you say to him:
“He is sure a prince of a royal courage, and hath a princely heart; and rather than he will either miss or want any part of his will or appetite, he will put the loss of one half of his realm in danger. For I assure you I have often kneeled before him in his privy chamber on my knees, the space of an hour or two, to persuade him from his will and appetite : but I could never bring to pass to dissuade him therefrom. Therefore, Master Kingston, if it chance hereafter you to be one of his privy counsel, as for your wisdom and other qualities ye are meet to be, I warn you to be well advised and assured what matter ye put in *his* head, for ye shall never put it out again.”