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 My husband dropped us off after we decided on a time and a pickup spot. It was eighty-something degrees outside. We didn’t bother bringing water because it was February after all and our hands were tied up dragging a suitcase and backpack on wheels, which contained the Girl Scout cookies my daughter was out to sell. We hit the pavement selling those Girl Scout cookies, one door at a time. It’s harder for a thirteen-year-old to sell cookies than it might be for a seven-year-old, but my kid braved the hilly neighborhood anyway, determined to get some sales. We made it through most of the neighborhood before realizing we were hot and exhausted. We called it quits for the day. When we checked the time, we realized we still had forty-five minutes before Steve would be around to pick us up. We had planned to meet him at a corner but there was no shade there and nowhere to sit. We found a shady area down the block, where he’d be able to see us. I had been walking another neighborhood that morning with my other daughter while my oldest did a booth with her dad. It had been a long day. We must have looked homeless or lost because a little boy came up and asked if we needed any help. What a sweet kid. Cars began passing us slowly, turning around and passing us again. Our presence was alarming to some. I told my oldest I felt uncomfortable and that we should start walking. There was an apartment complex down the road in the other direction that my husband would have to pass on his way to pick us up so we decided to head that way. It wasn’t far but the heat was causing us both to feel dizzy and dehydrated. I started to cry. I needed water and I wanted my daughter to be comfortable. I was embarrassed and felt ashamed that I could not give her that. I had a weak moment. She gave me a hug and asked me to please not cry. She was hot and thirsty too. I knew this. That’s really why I was crying. Why didn’t I call my husband or a cab you might ask? Well, I don’t leave the house enough to justify getting a cell phone of my own. I have a landline at home, which is where I work and spend most of my time. There’s no need for us to get another line, really. We ultimately found a shady spot under a gazebo at the apartments. Whew. It was good to get out of the neighborhood and the heat. My daughter saw her dad coming down the road so we were picked up without a hitch and we all went for ice cream. Before I had children or was married, I lived in a large city that had great public transportation. I would carry a cane when navigating my way around town to alert drivers, bus drivers, and other folks of my visual impairment. I worked downtown so I was out a lot. I was stubborn sometimes and would walk for several blocks with as many groceries as I could carry just to avoid dealing with a cab or the bus. On top of my low vision, I also struggle with social anxiety so sometimes doing this seemed easier for me. One night I got off the bus in front of the closest grocery store to pick up some things before heading home. I was carrying about six bags that night. A car pulled up when I turned onto a residential street. It was dark and it startled me a bit. I began to walk fast. A person opened the passenger door and began running toward me. I started to run. A little girl began to call out to me so I stopped. She said "Merry Christmas" and handed me cash. I felt so angry at that moment. I worked hard to build a career for myself. I was not in need of money. I told her I didn’t need the money and gave it back to her. Didn’t she know I worked and earned a good living? I was independent and had my own place? I was in my prime living my life by design. I was doing my thing. She assumed I was in need. Was it mean of me to direct my anger at this child? Maybe. She had to learn her own lesson that day. Maybe I should have been gentle with her. Whoops. Of all the drawbacks of having low vision, not driving is the most difficult to deal with. I never knew how much so until I became a parent. I think my husband struggles with this as much as I do. Without him, we don’t get to go anywhere now that we live in the country. But, we’re right where we want to be and our family is tight. That’s what truly matters at the end of the day. Stay cool guys and don’t ever give up.
It’s been a while since I’ve written for this page and for good reason. I have stumbled upon an activity that I have always wanted to do but never considered. I haven’t thought much about it because I am homebound mostly so getting out there to look for work is a job in itself. I can do at home customer service if my low vision computer program is compatible with the employer’s software. It usually isn’t.
So what is it that I’ve been doing? Narrating books! I have always loved the idea of acting and bringing a story to life. It’s not something I ever considered much of course due to my ‘wiggly eyes’ and low vision. But thanks to technology and google, I have discovered a way to do what I love from the comfort of my home. I narrate books for audible, Itunes, and Amazon. To do this, I had to acquire some basic equipment and build a makeshift sound studio. I’ve also had to learn how to work with audio files. Youtube has been an amazing resource for learning the ropes. My knowledge set is quite basic, but I’m learning new things all the time. I edit my own recordings and convert them into MP3 files. Anyway, enough with the technical talk. As a legally blind person, I’ve had to overcome some obstacles to accomplish this new endeavor. First, I read with the e-reader or book right up to my face. Like an inch away. This means my hands and arms cover my mouth at times. I also only see out of a corner of my eye so I move my head back and forth as I read. Every little thing affects the recording quality. A good microphone, which is necessary, picks up every sound and can detect movement. I did my first two books reading from my husband’s Iphone. It worked well but because of what I mentioned above, the sound was muffled. I decided to try using my monocular and read from my computer screen. This worked wonderfully! The microphone could be right in front of my mouth and I didn’t move my head back and forth any longer. The crummy thing is, I’ve lost my monocular so I’m back to reading from the phone until I can get a new one. I have no idea how I lost it. It’s got to be around my house somewhere. I would lose my head if it weren’t attached. Since starting to narrate in July, I haven’t made a livable wage as of yet, as I am paid a percentage of sales. When there are no sales, there is no pay. I am quite okay with this, as I have so much more to learn and I look forward to the future of doing more books. Please follow me on Twitter, facebook, and check out my audible link to see what books I’ve done. I appreciate your support! Remember. It doesn’t matter what you struggle with. You can find a way to feed your artistic side and feel pride and happiness in all that you do. Even if all you can do is make someone smile. Thanks for your support and have a great day! https://www.facebook.com/novelnarrator/ https://twitter.com/novelnarrator http://www.audible.com/search/ref=a_hp_tseft?advsearchKeywords=brandi+benger&filterby=field-keywords&x=0&y=0  Outside local voting precinct
I did it. I voted yesterday and I’m so glad I did. I was doing my chores this morning while thinking about what to write about regarding my low vision. It takes some thought because I have lived with it all my life. How I approach situations and cope is not anything new for me. I realized suddenly that yesterday I was faced with a challenge that is worthy of writing about. I voted.
Many people vote. It’s not who I voted for or what policies that I’m writing about. It’s how I voted. A sighted person would walk in, stand in line, be directed to a booth, vote, and leave. It isn’t so simple for me. My husband and I walked into the voting precinct yesterday and there were logistics I needed to think through. The line was fairly long and the room beyond the line was a blur to me. I knew there was a table to the left of the front of the line. I did not know until I was up in front whether there were one or two people manning the table. First thing I did was ask my husband to get behind me so he could tell me when it was my turn to approach the table. As we waited in line, I heard a man at the table asking each person whether they were voting democrat or republican. This made me uncomfortable because voting is a personal and private thing for me. I don’t want to share my views with many people.
When my husband told me it was my turn, I walked over to the table and saw there were two people manning it. The man asked me, “democrat or republican?” I answered and he told me booth #2. Um, okay. Booth two. He must have realized I could not see well and told me the man behind me could help me. He led the way.
I opened the curtain and noticed there was an electronic type of contraption for casting my vote. Can you say panic? I knew I was not going to be able to pull this off alone. I had my magnifying glasses, but the setup meant my boobs would be hitting buttons whether I liked it or not if I tried to read the screen that way. That wasn’t going to work. I asked the helper if I could get my husband to help me out. He said sure, but my husband was already in a booth somewhere in the room. I reluctantly turned to the stranger and asked him to help me. He agreed. I believe he was just as uncomfortable as I was. So, he went down the list of candidates and policies for me and entered whichever I chose, I hope. He was very nice. Once voting was done, he asked me if I could find the door. But, of course! Thank you and goodbye. I walked out and found my husband just outside the door. We walked away talking about the ballot and politics. You know, the important stuff. I am not writing about this particular point of my day for sympathy. It’s just an observance of something I normally don’t consider to be different or out of the ordinary, but when I sit and think about it, it would be for most. Lucky for me, I had a camera to capture the big strange tree pictured. I could come home and look at it up close on the computer and see the American flag that I did not see when I took it. Life is good. 
 In the picture, I'm on the bottom left corner. We were the mat maid cheerleaders for the wrestling team. Two of us were visually impaired, the others were deaf. :)
I was considering asking parents of children with optic nerve hypoplasia (ONH) or other visual impairments what they might like to ask an adult that lives with low vision. I remembered a question I was asked once by a mom of a toddler about school choice: a school for the blind or public school. I also realized I’ve had many parents on my Facebook page that have babies with ONH that have so many worries and unanswered questions concerning their children. I cannot pretend to know what it feels like to get the news that my child has any sort of disability. I would imagine getting the news that something is not quite right would be devastating and scary to hear as a parent.
With that said, I’ve considered the gazillion questions I might have if my baby were diagnosed with something that I knew nothing about. It just so happens, I know a thing or two about living with partial sight, specifically ONH, so I hope I can ease some worry moms and dads out there might have. Hopefully with time you can relax a little and embrace your baby for all that she or he is and know that in the larger scheme of things, that sweet bundle of joy will be okay so long as you love and hug that little thing a lot. These kids can do almost anything they set their mind to. They can dream big and do great things! Of course, every person is different and with optic nerve hypoplasia (ONH) there may be other issues that go along with it, such as septo-optic dysplasia, a problem with hormone production. I’m not a doctor or a medical professional of any sort so I will leave medical questions to those that know. I do not know if I have SOD along with ONH. I do know I have hypothyroidism, but that is a very common hormone deficiency and it runs in my family. It is treatable, thank goodness. I will start off with what I believe to be the most important question that parents tend to ask. Will my baby be okay? As a parent, you have a great deal to do with the answer to this question. I believe it is important to remember that your child is not the disability he or she was diagnosed with. First and foremost, your child is a unique individual that has the same basic needs and desires as anyone else. Along with needing food, shelter, and water, every person needs acceptance. Accept your child, flaws and all. Don’t waste a single second wishing your precious child was in some way different than what they are. Next, keep in mind that on top of teaching your child how to adapt to life with their low vision, you need to remember they will need guidance in all the normal things people go through. I know this sounds like common sense, but I know of one mother that can’t look past her daughter’s low vision. She does not see her daughter’s talents, beauty, abilities, dreams, etc. She just sees the disease and because of this, she rejects her daughter on some level. This is the true disability the child will have to learn to cope with throughout her life. Her low vision will not be the big problem after all. Parenting is so tough as-is. A diagnosis does not make or break your child. As to answer the schooling question, I have experience at both types of schools; public and state school for the blind. Of course, I attended school in the 1970’s and 1980’s so my opinions may be outdated. Both of these environments had good and bad things about them. But honestly, I would lean toward putting a child into public school, conditionally. It is important that the child attend the same school district from day one. Keeping the child with the same core set of classmates helps tremendously. It allows the child to grow and learn to adapt in a ‘normal’ setting while the children around him or her grow up accepting the disability. It’s good for ‘normal’ children and the child with low vision. Another important condition that must be in place is a good itinerary teacher. Public schools must by law provide education to all students, blind or otherwise. To do this, a vocational teacher most likely will be assigned to your child from day one. This teacher will work with the child at least weekly along with the educators and parents to ensure the child has adaptive equipment necessary and other resources. This teacher may help the classroom teacher obtain large print books, Braille, etc. Personally, I was lucky enough to attend the same school from first through fifth grade. I had an amazing vocational teacher who is still to this day a very good friend of mine. She taught me the value of education and she taught me to believe in myself. I love her like a mom! From sixth grade on, I moved a lot from school to school. Adapting was no problem thanks to the skills I was taught by my early vocational teacher. I was ready and able to function in a public setting. Socially, however, it was extremely difficult. The kids I had grown up with were not the kids I was suddenly in class with and they had never been exposed to someone like me. I was suddenly teased and treated poorly. I went to nine different schools from sixth through 8th grade, three different schools a year. That was rough. But, I survived and lived to tell about it. My senior year, I was enrolled into a school for the blind because I had foster parents that decided this would be best for me. That was a difficult transition for me as well. I had been moved so many times, and survived, so I did not like this move at all. Looking back, I’m glad I had that opportunity. I met some great kids and had the chance to see there were others like me out there. Some kids had better vision than I did and some were totally blind. But at the end of the day, they were teenagers just like me. I started off at that school with a grudge. I did not feel I ‘belonged’ there. But in the end, I had the chance to meet some really cool people and do some really fun things, like learn how to cross country ski. Anyway, I hope I’ve eased some of your concerns about your child and how things will be for him or her. Just always remember that your child is just a kid. She or he can do dishes and clean bathrooms, learn to use the vacuum and sweep the floor even. And yes, cook. Your dishes might even be cleaner if you let the blind kid do them. She or he has to feel for the dirt! Good luck in your parenthood journey. Have an open heart and all will be perfect. 
I like to think of myself as a typical mom. I have to adapt due to low vision sometimes, but basically, I deal with the same things as most American moms. One thing I do that is typical is put my needs on the back burner. I don’t get new clothes until everyone else has what they need in this house for instance. I don’t mind this. I want my kids and my husband to have what they need and want first. It brings me pleasure and happiness to see them happy and to know they’re provided for. I realized this morning though while working on my computer that there are things I need in order to comfortably see that I haven’t allowed myself to get because of this back burner mom deal and it’s not working out too well. This is my own fault. My husband supports me and tells me to get the things I need of course. For some reason though, I have not felt as if the latest Zoomtext program or a new monocular are important enough to ‘splurge’ on. Right now, I have Zoomtext version 9.1 installed on my computer, which does not work with most websites. I don’t know enough about coding or HTML to understand why this is, but it is. I constantly turn my Zoomtext program on and off depending on the site I’m on. Zoomtext is meant to work on all sites. They have come out with updated versions many times over since I got this version so I’m not keeping up.
I think I’ve mentioned before that we gave up our city life for that of the quiet solitude of the country. We decided last summer to rent our house out and find a place to rent ourselves in the country to see if it would work for us. We had talked about living in the country many times, but because my husband is the only one that drives, we didn’t think about it seriously really, which is why we are renting for now. Since living out here, I have not felt any more isolated than I did before in the city. In fact, I feel more free out here. We’re on a little eover two acres, which gives us plenty of room to compost, garden, and even raise chickens. I have found composting to be extremely rewarding. This sounds strange, I’m sure but the sweet smell of getting it right is rewarding. Adding dark, rich soil to my garden bed that was made by our leftovers is exciting! My garden bed is just about ready for me to plant seeds. We have corn, beans, onions, bell pepper, tomatoes, cilantro, etc. I planted wildflowers in the front of the house last fall, which should start to bloom any day now. And of course, we had to get some baby chicks. I did a little research and found that buff orpingtons are a good chicken for beginners so we got five of those. They lay a decent amount of eggs and they’re friendly. We’ve had the five chicks for almost two weeks now. They were a day old when we got them. Wow, they’re cute and fun. As a visually impaired person, there is nothing greater than putting something in your hands to ‘see’. Holding the baby chicks and touching their softness is amazing. I can really see them well when I put pictures of them on the computer and use Zoomtext to magnify them. I am so glad to live in a time when this is a possibility. I think my kids do without things that other kids may have but because of our choice to move out here, they get to experience things that others would not so it’s a fair trade off I would say. The one thing I am unsure about is my garden. I have seeds. I have a plot ready mostly. I also have the fear of spiders and other creepy crawly things. Of course no one likes these things, but I wont see them until I touch them. Plant differentiation is also a worry. I am thinking of ways to mark where each plant is. I’m thinking plastic ware could be placed where each seed is planted. Maybe forks for beans, knives for bell pepper, etc. I am also thinking of painting wooden stakes with neon colors to mark the rows. I just need to be sure I can decipher between weeds and plants. Anyway, there’s no sense in stressing over it. I can get out there and give it a shot or sit here believing it’s impossible. I don’t think anything is impossible so I’ll type at ya later. 
What is Your Talent? What can I do with my eyes closed? A lot of things of course, but the best trick I think I can do is counting change without taking it out of my pocket. That’s right. You can tell what coin is what by feel alone. That’s a party favorite. But, this blog is mainly about hygiene and appearance, as I see it (or as I don’t). I remember being a teen with low vision all too well and trying to stay trendy and keep up with the latest looks. I couldn’t look at photos on a computer in those days using technology to enlarge the picture like I do now. Things like socks and shoes stressed me out because I could not see what people were wearing on their feet. It sounds silly to me now, but trendy shoes and socks were important! Makeup application was a thing too. Girls learn how to do their makeup from other girls. Blind girls learn how to do their own makeup without a mirror and we can do a pretty good job too most of the time. I learned how to put on lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara without a mirror. There could be a thousand mirrors and I’d still not use one because I can’t. Eighties hair was a big deal man. Lots of Aqua Net and at least an hour with the curling iron every morning were necessary to reach desired bang poof, at least with my baby-fine hair. I had totally blind friends that managed the awesome eighties hair too, better than I did. Your hands can tell you whether the hair is smooth or if the poof is ‘broken’. The point is, low or no vision doesn’t mean you don’t care about style or wanting to look good and it is possible. Speaking of, once I had children taking their pictures was amazing. By then, there were digital cameras and I had software on my computer that allowed me to enlarge the screen to see detail like never before. I took lots of great pictures of my girls when they were small. I also noticed many of my greatest pictures show stains on their clothes and messy food face or juice mustache that I didn’t see until getting the picture on my computer. I suppose I often don’t notice things that other moms might catch, like messy hair or clothes that don’t match. Sometimes I don’t see a hole or torn up shoes. The good news is, none of these things really matter. Who cares if my fingernail polish missed my nail and landed on the skin instead? The effort is still there and I feel good about myself. Socks don’t make a person and neither does a perfect poof. In the pictures of my children, there is one thing that does exist and you can see it loud and clear. Love. Love is all that truly matters. Here's how I do a reverse french braid! |
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