Fifth grade was the first year I entered with my visual impairment. Right off the bat, I received special treatment, as I was given the chance to request three friends to be in my class- and sit next to me for the whole years. It also seemed that every other day, a new piece of equipment would show up at my doorstep, and by the start of fifth grade, I had a dozen magnifiers, a lynx, a brailler and a stash of large print books. I was introduced to a lady who was my designated counselor from the Commision for the Blind, who was apparently going to teach me Braille.

What is happening. Why am I learning Braille. I can still read…

The first day of school rolled around and I felt like every other kid in the classroom. Besides sitting in the front center seat, my new eye condition had no other effect on me. I planned to keep my visual impairment more or less a secret to my new class, with only my close friends and my teacher  knowing. This approach worked well.

For the first day.

On the second day of school, I walk into the classroom and lo and behold, I see none other than my Commision counselor situated in my seat.  With much apprehension I approach her and she spits out words of horror; “Hi Kristie! I’m here to tell your class that you’re blind!!!” As you can imagine, this didn’t go over too well with me and I spent the next half an hour pleading with her in the hallway to leave and trust me to inform people about my condition when I needed help. The last thing I needed was for people to treat me like an outcast, like someone inferior to the rest of the crowd. Although I did inform many of my peers in the fourth grade, “glasses don’t work on me, so I get these cool glass bar magnifiers” is much different than “I’m legally blind so I can’t do things like reading books and drawing pictures that everyone else can!” Eventually, I gave in to a very irritated counselor, as I did not fancy the idea of a phone call home to my parents. I was given the option to tell the class myself, but I declined, as I was too embarrassed and quite frankly afraid, to do so myself. I still remember the agonizing twenty or so minutes where I had to stand in front of the classroom with all my peers staring at me as my counselor bluntly revealed my blindness and limitations to a bunch of people I barely knew. After that day, I felt that everything had changed. Aside from my close friends, many people treated me differently, talking to me like I was younger and acting like I was a sort of alien. My teacher went over the top to accommodate me, treating me as if I were royalty. She gave me excessive attention even in areas that had nothing to do with my eye condition; she would use my name in test questions, always allow me to write on the SmartBoard over other kids, and even give me clues to test questions I was unsure of. At the time, I embraced this new attention (to this day, I am still an attention whore); only later did i put two and two together and realize that this exacerbated the perception my peers had of me.

My social life had changed drastically from the fourth grade. Until then, I had always been a part of a large group, and I was in the so called “center ring” of that group. I was quite popular within that crowd, but in the fifth grade, I felt myself slip away from them. As I was no longer able to participate in many of the groups’ activities such as movies and tennis, I subconsciously drifted toward a smaller crowd. By December of that year, I had established a very close circle with five others, none of which I had known well before my visual impairment. My transition from the large group to the smaller one did not phase me at the time. I was just as happy with the latter as former. Although I no longer was popular and many of my peers did treat me like an outcast, which obviously did bother me, my close friends and family didn’t hold my eye condition against me, and at the time, that was all that mattered to me. Looking back,I feel like the way I handled my visual impairment and my social life in the fifth grade was well beyond my years and unfortunately, much better than I did in the years that were to follow.

TIP: As much as I hated it when my Commision counselor told the class about my eye condition, I feel that in retrospect, it is important that your peers are aware of your eye condition. However, I strongly suggest that you yourself are the one to speak up for yourself and inform others about your visual impairment, as uncomfortable as it is. Parents of blind children should avoid telling others about the visual impairment for them, as they may learn to expect others to understand and help them without having to express their needs on their own. Additionally, it is essential for family and friends of the legally blind to love them for who they are and not allow the eye condition to affect the relationship. You cannot control what the general public think of disabled people, but you can help prevent your visually impaired loved one from feeling inferior or unworthy by providing unconditional love and support, as my family and close friends did for me which dramatically eased my transition into blindness. After all, it is the actions of those closest to you that have the mos timpact.