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SHE IS NOT CYAN! She's COLUMBIAN BLUE! IT'S NOT THAT HARD!
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We aren't all experts on the color spectrum, you know.
Again, non-related, is how this chapter really puts into perspective what my wife, son, and friends must have felt during all the surgeries, complications, and even those times where my desire for suicide and even homicide were at their worst. When I could only do my best to stay strong. To not make them worry anymore than matters out of their control made them worry.
I went into therapy after a surgical complication in 2011 caused a lot of blood to enter into my vitreous fluid. I was already struggling with technology on the job and now could only see "Red". It took months before I was able to see "Yellow" enough to even perform my job reasonably. During this time I was a mess and my wife nformed me, quite thankfully, I wasn't being a partner and she needed a partner. I pleaded with therapists to get me in ASAP as I knew I was too far lost to do what I needed to. This being support my family while modeling good behavior for my son. My son was only 4 at this time and he needed a dad.
So many surgeries... So many failed attempts to save what was going to go away regardless. So much cruelty from those I thought really believed in me at the job. I actually lost my job as a result of HR playing me in a way that allowed my Director to bully me for long periods of time. I was made useless. All my responsibilities stripped once my condition reached where they felt I was no good. Shamed. Offered only an opportunity to resign. I wanted to so badly transfer to a job that did not require vision but they could not, or would not, help me find one. Forced to sign agreements to never speak of all that transpired between myself and the organization.
Yes. This part of the story is true helplessness. Like I know my wife feels everytime I now try to find work after having truly lost all my eyesight. Knowing I'm being, no doubt, discriminated against as people associate my lack of physical sight with inability to function. I was always finding ways to get around with what little sight I had and still able to do things my fully sighted colleagues could not. However none of that matters. None of it. And my wife has to take on extra burdens due to her husband with an MBA is viewed more a cripple than someone still filled with potential.
Oh, how I can feel Dash here. I'd want to be there alongside Scoots. To help her know it is worth holding on. To know she is loved and, as my wife reminds me, she is loved and wanted. Even if things seem at their worst life is still worth fighting for despite the traumas thrown before her.
*Starting to finally cry. Hurray. Sniffle-Sniffle*