I want to
share with you a story that happened to me some years ago. As you may know I am
totally blind. Stuff what the correct version of blindness is, all this visual impairment
jargon, I can not be bothered with political correctness. You can have quite a
lot of sight and be visually impaired, you can be blind and have the same title
and you can like my Husband have never
had sight and be classed as impaired,
well, as he says, “How can you be impaired,
if you have never had?
So I used
to never like to advertise the fact that I could not see, as people do treat you differently and my eyes looked
like I could see, I do all the expressions, deliberatly that sighted people do.
I had
just finished a self defence course where by I was taught how to stand, walk
with confidence under threat and for sure punch? Another story, believe me?
A plumber
came. I had never seen him before. I did not want to tell him I was without
vision, because of the above and because he was to fix a radiator in my bedroom
and you just never know if they are picking stuff up? If they think you can not
see, they could do anything.
I went with him upstairs, first when he got on
the landing; he obviously pointed and asked,
“Is it
this room?” Well, how was I to know where he was pointing? I replied pointing
“That one
there!” Well, he looked at the radiator then me, then the radiator then me
again, and asked me a question I just could not believe?
Standing
in front of me, tall toughed voiced sweaty man asked
“Can you
remove your clothes?” I went a shade of ashen and stood strongly, legs slightly
apart like how I was taught and replied, with my jaw bruised from falling to
the floor.
“I’m
sorry? What did you ask? Well, he repeated it I was to remove my clothes. Thank
God, just before I decked him with my hammer punch, he added
“From the
radiator!” “Few, oh I was so red. I forgot I left all my knickers on the
radiator from the wash the day before. Well, still not telling him I could not see,
I anxiously went to the radiator and began to remove clothes, putting my hand on
top of his sausage like fingers as I felt for the items. He moved his hand as quickly as I placed my
hand on top of his and as he moved them across the radiator, I moved mine again
guess where? Yep, on top of his again. Well I cringed as I scooped the clothing
up and went down stairs.
Minutes
later, he came running down the stairs telling me as he ran out of the door he
would have to come back. He did not wait for an answer he just ran to his van.
Started it up, stopped it and got back out, ran to the door, panting and telling
me he forgot his tool box. Well as he ran up the stairs I wondered how he could
forget such a huge box? I knew it was large as I tripped over it, hahahahaha.
He grabbbed his box and ran for freedom away from the nutter he had been with.
He was never to be seen again and a different plumber from the same company
came out the next day…I decided to tell the plumber the story, explaining about
my vision. Well, did he laugh? He had tears running down his face and we both
agreed that the poor previous plumber probably had his name down for counselling.
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