The last thirty years have felt like one continuous race. I awoke to find myself suddenly thrust onto this epic journey in 1989.
When I initially awoke and discovered that I was blind, I was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of intense weariness. This would obviously greatly complicate my young life. How was I going to live the rest of my days like this? This feeling lasted every second of every day from the moment I awoke in the hospital in 1989 until the day I finally walked out of court in January of 2012.
Then, as I was exiting the courthouse, this feeling of running on a tread mill to get ahead of the misdiagnosis was suddenly replaced by a strong feeling of “Fight or Flight.”
I felt like a fugitive not only from justice but from my four parents.
I’ve been spending the last seven years trying to regain my sense of personal security.
I’ve also been rebuilding my whole self after everything I went through.
There was a time in my life when I would have felt extremely guilty about all the personal time I have taken to complete this process.
Today, from my perspective, I’ve managed to accomplish in seven years what the doctors said could never be done. Fuck the establishment! Just because they tell you something about yourself doesn’t mean they’re correct. always remember Blind Becca said so.
I am proclaiming here and now that I’ve won the race; I am the last blind woman standing.