People who use their eyes to acquire information about the world are called sighted people or “people who are sighted”. Legal sight means any visual acuity greater than 20/200 in the better eye without correction or an angle of vision wider than 20 degrees.

Sighted people enjoy rich, full lives working, playing and raising families. They run businesses, hold public offices, get arrested and teach your children!

How do Sighted People get Around?
People who are sighted may walk or ride public transportation but most choose to travel long distances by operating their own motor vehicles, usually one passenger to a car. They have gone through many hours of extensive training to learn the rules of the road in order to further their independence. Once that road to freedom has been mastered, sighted people earn a legal classification and a drivers license which allows them to operate a private vehicle relatively safely and independently.

How do you assist a sighted person?
Sighted people are accustomed to viewing the world in visual terms. This means that in many situations they will not be able to communicate orally and may resort to stammering, pointing, hand waving or other gesturing. Subtle facial expressions may also be used to convey feelings in social situations. Calmly alert the sighted person to his or her surroundings by speaking slowly in a normal tone of voice. Questions directed at the sighted person help focus attention back on the verbal rather than the merely visual.

How do sighted people remember things?
Often they don’t remember things. In fact this is one of the most painful aspects of the visual affliction, the degree to which sight inhibits detailed memory. Often, the sighted person must reacquire the same information each time it is needed. You can help by being sensitive to their struggle by learning to anticipate their need and providing them with the information they need when it is necessary. Don’t tell them too much too quickly. Be sensitive to the capacities of the individual with whom you are dealing. These limitations vary from person to person and it is deeply upsetting to a sighted person to realize that you recognize their mental short comings.

At times sighted people may need help finding things, especially when operating a motor vehicle. Your advance knowledge of routs and landmarks, bumps in the road, and traffic lights will assist the sighted person in finding their way quickly and easily. Your knowledge of building layouts can also assist the sighted person in navigating complex shopping malls and office buildings. Sighted people tend to be very proud and are reluctant to ask for assistance. Be gentle yet firm.

How do sighted people use computers?
The sighted person relies exclusively on visual information. His or her attention span fades quickly when reading long texts so it is best to write in bulleted lists of very brief items. The use of bright colors will help the sighted person stay focused. Computer information is presented to the sighted in a graphical manner to assist them in comprehending their world. Coordination of hands and eyes is often a preoccupation with sighted people so the computer mouse, a handy device that slides along the desk top, saves confusing keystrokes. With one button the sighted person can move around his or her computer screen quickly and easily, if not necessarily efficiently. People who are sighted are not accustomed to synthetic speech and may have great difficulty understanding even the clearest synthesizer, falling asleep between syllables or becoming distracted by a spot on the carpet. Be patient and prepared to explain many times how your computer works.

How do sighted people read?
Reading is accomplished by the sighted person through a system called “print,” which is a series of images drawn in a two dimensional plain. People who are sighted generally have a poorly developed sense of touch. Braille is completely foreign to them and severe bouts of disorientation can sometimes result from over exposure to the use of the higher senses.

Sighted people cannot function well in dimly lit conditions and are generally completely helpless and often devastatingly frightened in total darkness. Their homes are usually very brightly lit at great expense as are businesses that cater to the sighted. Naturally these costs are passed on to the consumer.

How can I support the sighted person?
People who are sighted do not want your charity. They want to live, work, and play alongside you on as equal a basis as possible. You must ignore their tendency to display feelings that they are superior to you. Failing to allow them this delusion may promote aberrant and antisocial behavior. The best thing you can do to support sighted people in your community is to simply open yourself to their world and help open their limited world to the bounty of your experience. These citizens are vital contributing members of the community, real people with thoughts and feelings, hopes and dreams and a story to tell. Take a sighted person to lunch today and make them feel like you truly care.

Author Unknown

We’d just had a meal and because she had work the next day, we got a taxi back to her place.

I’d been reading signals for the past three days and I was convinced I was right. Sure, there were other signals that should have cancelled out any doubt in my mind and for the most part, I was absolutely certain that this would work. For the other parts though, I couldn’t see how I was wrong. Surely I wasn’t good enough. Surely we were just too different. Surely the two different worlds we were from would constantly drive a wedge between us.

In the taxi from the restaurant, I sat silently. Mulling everything over in my mind. Did I really want to do this? Would she care? Would she be devastated? Was I jumping the gun? May be I misread the signs!

I don’t know if she picked up on my internal turmoil or not. I think she may have because she didn’t interrupt my quiet reflection.

Then, the taxi stopped. I went in with her to make sure she was ok.

Once inside, I did it. I crushed her hopes and dreams.

She gave me the opportunity to see how stupid I was but I didn’t take it. I remember stopping in my head for a minute to recap on what I was doing but I’d committed to this action and my stupid stubbornness made me charge on. Even while I was explaining my self I knew I was making the wrong decision. But still, I continued and still I watched while I crushed the person in front of me who for so long meant and continued to mean so much to me.

What probably only lasted a moment felt like an eternity. It really compounded the lesson, what takes years to build can be destroyed in seconds.

Even as I walked away, down the single flight of stairs that led to the door, things around me seemed in slow motion even though I was practically at a sprint.

I got into the taxi to take the trip home. I remember feeling enraged at my self for doing something so stupid. About half way there, the taxi driver attempted to start a conversation. I almost told him to shut up because I was so angry.

I got home to an empty room. My rage still boiling out of control. My knees shook with the adrenalin that seemed to be shooting through me. It took an age for me to finally calm down. It took a few calls to a few people to really make me see how stupid I was. One person bet the crap out of me over the phone and the other tried to sympathise. Actually, the sympathy made me feel even worse! I wanted to be told how stupid I was. I needed a way of fixing what I’d stupidly broken.

I don’t really know how I came to the decision, but I ended up back at her place. Knowing that I’d no chance of rebuilding what I’d just destroyed but hoping against hope anyway, I begged and pleaded for her to forgive my stupidity. Utterly unsuccessful, I left.

I remember standing across the road about fifty meters away for a while thinking about everything that had happened. Its funny how something that seems so justifiable at 4PM can seem like the most stupidest, senseless and unthought out thing you’ve ever thought of by 8PM.

I could have caught a bus back into town but to attempt to clear my head, although I didn’t really even know where I was going, I faced in the direction of town and kept walking. I had no dog at the time so I only had my cane. I walked through quiet roads with no people or cars for a long time that night. Thinking, listening to the rhythmic sound of my cane as it scanned left. Right. Left. Right. Left. right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. It’s strange but I often find that sound very calming. It is a distraction from everything else in my head. It’s almost like listening to a clock in large quiet room.

Again I returned home, but although I should have been tired enough to collapse into unconsciousness I remained awake for hours.

The next day, as arranged, I paid her a visit before work. But still, my hopes that my mistakes from the day before could be forgiven did not happen. Recognising that the hurt I caused was not something I was going to be able to fix, I left.

A lot happened in the next three days. Circumstances at the time meant that I was completely isolated, without anyone to speak to and in an unfamiliar city. I deserved absolutely everything that was thrown at me. I walked for most of the days exploring my environment while failing to remove the thoughts of the Sunday events from my mind. Of course, I probably didn’t try too hard. My thinking was that I deserved to feel so low because of the stupid choices I’d made.

At night, I eat alone and went to bed at a ridiculously early hour.

Although two days is a really short time, when you’re alone, with absolutely no one you know around you at the lowest point that you can remember in your life, it may as well be two years.

To be clear, it wasn’t the first time I had finished things with someone and it wasn’t going to be the last time either. What was different was that it was my own lack of self confidence and my feeble and wildly inaccurate attempt to read signs that actually destroyed something that was great and it was completely my fault.

The last time I saw her was as I was leaving for a bus. If there was ever a gut wrenching, brain frying moment it was then. I won’t go into it too much but although things were very frayed for that entire afternoon, I held out hope for the entire day that I would get to speak to her alone to attempt to smooth things over. But, it wasn’t to be. The moment passed and I was left standing at a bus stop going a completely different direction.

It took about seven or eight hours travelling before I was back in familiar surroundings again. During about six of those hours I wrote, thought and listened. My brain was completely stuck on a loop.

Strangely, during the last bus connection, my mind gradually began snapping out of this repetitive cycle that it had been in for the three days prior. Thoughts that I’d had began to seem less necessary and solutions became more accessible. Not accessible enough to be viable yet but accessible none the less. Does that make sense? It’s not meant to. Nothing made sense at this point.

Should I go further?

Maire, a very good friend of mine has recently posted some fantastic pictures of the area that she grew up in.

I’d suggest that everyone go take a look.

Even if you cant see, Maire has created a really fantastic way of explaining the images to you. You’ll be impressed……. I certainly was. and continue to be.

If only more bloggers took her initiative.

The pictures are at: http://kittee83.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-through-leitir-moir-to-tra-bhain.html

I’ve been twittering for the past week about a surprise that I was organising for Emma. It’s always hard to get Emma to show her excitement in anticipation of a surprise like that. She hides it well. Partially because she knows it bothers me that it looks like she doesn’t care! But, with the public clues on Twitter and my misdirection throughout the week, she tried to hide her curiosity but it didn’t work. It all got the better of her by Friday evening.

Win 1 for me! ha!

Anyway, let me explain just some of what I had organised.

I rented one of the largest suites in the five star Radisson SAS hotel in Belfast city centre. This was a major upgrade from their normal room that included a separate living area with a leather suite, a 40 inch TV, a DVD player and air conditioning. It also had the largest bathroom I’ve ever seen that included a massive bath, two sinks and a shower with the funkiest tap thing I’ve ever seen. The room was on one of the top floors so from the window Emma had a great view of the city lights.

In addition to this, I also upgrade the service to something called a touch of luxury that included Champaign, chocolate covered strawberries, fresh fruit, slippers and a dressing gown and a few other things that I can’t remember off hand at the moment. It was way way more than Emma had expected!

The hotel was only one part of it though. I also had to do the usual thing of organising a meal. This was in a new restaurant that was also five star called Burbin. Don’t get me wrong. I’m usually not bothered by how many stars something is or how sophisticated they say they are but I wanted to make this whole thing something that Emma had never experienced before.

There were a few other things organised as well but I won’t go into everything here.

I’ve a few pictures from Sunday night shown below.

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