Although I did handle the last year of elementary school rather maturely and gracefully, I did encounter the first demons that come with being visually impaired. For the first time, I started experiencing occasional moments where waves of shame and inferiority because of my eye condition would envelop me. This was facilitated by some of my not so accepting peers.

Whenever we had silent reading time, and if my book was not available in audio format, my teacher would allow me to choose a friend to read the chapters aloud to me in the hallway. Usually, a good handful of people would excitedly volunteer to help me. I would always choose my best friend and we joked around and gossiped more so than read. However, midway through the year, we transitioned to literature circle books, in which a different book was given to each small group of five. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck in the group that contained all of the “cool and popular kids”, the members of the “in group” everyone longed to be in at some point or another. This was also the group that had no interest in associating themselves with a blind person. When it was time to read, none of them volunteered to help me and instead exchanged glances at each other until my teacher came over and randomly selected one of the girls to take me into the hallway and read. The girl shot me a icy cold lingering glare before unleashing an exasperated sigh and reading in the quickest and most monotone manner she could muster. After she had finished the assigned chapter for class, she started reading the homework chapter- not aloud, but to herself.

That day, I realized that in this world, there are both nice and not so nice people.

Never before had I felt like such a burden that needed to be catered to like a child. Never before had I felt lesser to anyone else because of my visual impairment alone. Never before was I so ashamed of something out of my control

Unfortunately, an even worse incident took place.

There was a boy in my class who was my friend’s friend, but I did not know him very well. Up until the fifth grade, he was always polite to me when we did occasionally cross paths at parties or during recess. Yet after hearing of my visual impairment, I noticed a dramatic shift in his attitude; during recess, he would try to latch on to my friends and try to convince them to play games that blind people obviously would struggle at, like hide and seek. When he was paired up with me to complete a worksheet, he adamantly requested to switch partners and made sure to express his joy and relief when my friend traded places with him. One day, my friend was planning a birthday party in which both he and I were invited. I overheard her tell my other friend that he wouldn’t be coming: the reason being that “he doesn’t want to be there if Kristie is there. He hates her because she’s blind”.

After hearing that, my fury towards that boy erupted. I made sure to express my hate of him loud and clear, and took every opportunity to make a nasty remark to his face or insult him in front of his friends. Even on his yearbook at the end of the year, I wrote “I HATE YOU” in a thick black sharpie (the deed was replicated on his part). I was not the bigger person here, and instead of letting the matter go and focusing on myself, I devoted an excessive amount of energy to getting revenge on him. But now as I look back, under all my rage was a layer of hurt. His comment had sliced a deep wound in my ego and perception of myself, as I increasingly found myself ashamed of having a visual impairment and hiding my blindness when meeting new people. BUt even beneath all that, I sensed a building fear and paranoia of not being liked and accepted by people, for reasons that extend beyond my eye condition, that still plague me today.

Out of all the comments made on my eyes, this was by far the one that lingers in my memory most. The fact that someone hated me not because of my personality or behavior, but because of my eye condition made me feel like for the first time that my blindness defined who I was. I feel that these two incidents really did stick with me throughout my middle school years and heavily contributed to my future denial of my visual impairment and refusal to ask for help.

TIP: Let’s not sugarcoat the fact that there will people in this world that are naïve and unaccepting who will condemn you for your blindness. Unfortunately, reality is that there will be people who will put you down and you can’t control what other people think or do. However, it is up to you to not let these people affect you, and instead use this as motivation to prove people wrong. Although other people’s comments may be upsetting, you need to realize that dwelling on them is not going to get you anywhere and the best thing you can do for yourself is to forget about them. Thinking positive will definitely help with this. For example, instead of holding a grudge against that boy who hated me for being blind so much so that he didn’t want to be at the party as me, I should have focused on the amazing friend I had who still invited me even even if I prevented her other friend from showing up. You should also try to avoid those types of people instead of trying to make them like you or going to extremes to get revenge on them as I did. I cannot stress the importance of surrounding yourself with those who love you most for who you are. Society can be cruel, and although you may not have control over others’ actions, you do have the control to turn negative comments into fuel to push you forward in life and make you stronger.