its already hard making friends as an adult, add moving to another country to the mix with different social norms and, well, it certainly doesn’t make things easier.
Tag: Daily Life
We’re All Dating In The Dark
: To be clear, I’m not encouraging scamming. But… a little creativity goes a long way.
I’m Not Your Inspiration Porn
The perception of the blind is twofold: part infantilization, part terror. The former comes from, I think, not knowing how to approach a Blind in the wild.
Perception is Everything (When Helping The Blind)
The same event can look differently to different people, especially if one of them is visually impaired.
My visual epiphany
As I lay here, contemplating life and things, I had a bit of an epiphany (about myself, not anything that would benefit the rest of the world, of course). I have a few posts wherein I mention my dwindling vision, but, in the posts and […]
I Love English
I love English. Like, I adore all things words, and language, and etymology. *** I’ve made many videos on my math problems at Hunter, and the uselessness of my accessibility office. But to summarize (as it’s relevant to this post), I’ve taken the same (basic […]
A Seat At The Table: Together Yet Alone
There are four of us at this table, each eating lunch, all strangers to the other. It started with one woman. Who knows how many people sat down and coexisted with her until they were finished eating or had to get to class. Then me: […]
I’ve lost some vision… but I’m still functioning
My vision has worsened. I can no longer see the same distance, in front and it’s even worse peripherally. I try not to dwell on it too much, but my interaction at the doctor’s today really brought it home. “Okay,” my doctor says once he’s […]
Being An Adult In The Pediatric Wing…
Attending the same hospital for your entire life can make visits as an adult—well, that’s what they tell me I am—awkward, to say the least. Especially when it’s your final visit to your pediatrician. “Look your girl,” my mom called loudly to someone standing outside. […]
If I can’t walk, does that mean I can’t talk?
As we—my mom and I—sat on a bus this morning, on the way to the hospital (just for a check-up, nothing serious), I couldn’t help but overhear her phone conversations (she’s really loud). But it worked out since the conversation I overheard gave me the […]