This was originally posted on April 10, 2016 at 11:49 on blogspot.
Warning: the following post may contain semi-strange formatting. And the slightly disjointed nature of the author’s thoughts may be jarring to some readers. Proceed with caution.
Copied from my Facebook on Friday, April 8:
I swear, Facebook, I cannot make this shit up. I was walking to my first class today, and someone tripped over my cane. I figured that it would probably
be a little bent but usable, it’s definitely happen before. But rather than being a little curved out of shape, The bottom most fold/link/whatever was
bent almost in half. I thought about trying to straighten it, and once I put a little bit of pressure on it. It pretty much snapped.
I went to the accessibility office after class, using my single usable eyeball and the bit of feedback that the broken came could give me. I almost tripped
down some stairs because, though I saw and expected them, there were a bunch of people in the way and I was trying to get around them. And of course, today
is the day i decide to wear my boots instead of sneakers so the heel caught on the step… But luckily for me, most people react quickly to a blind person
stumbling, And my reflexes aren’t terrible so…
Well, I’m off to class now with my scotch taped cane (they didn’t have duct tape).
As you can tell from the start of the post I was… I’m still not sure what word best describes how I felt. I wasn’t angry, more confused than anything else. People trip and hop (yes, hop, not even jump) over my cane quite a bit. And so I’ve had to replace a few because they were bent out of shape… but it’s never been broken. It was a little surreal, I guess.
I don’t usually curse, and so I knew that using it in my post would really get people’s attention.
Everyone Else’s thoughts
It was interesting, looking at the comments.
The ones from the people who knew me best all made light of it while the ones from family and acquaintances were all panicking and worried about my well-being. My fellow blind and visually impaired people sympathized. One person told me they had four spares by their door and one in their bag at all times while another told me that she’d replaced her cane three times so far this year. Luckily, I did have a spare in my room (though it wouldn’t have been hard to get a new one).
After telling her the story, my godmother asked if I’d “caught a big one”. That made me chuckle. The person was small in stature though I’m uncertain of…width.
I’m just still surprised that it broke. And now that I think about it, a little annoyed. Now I have to remember to get another spare. Sigh.
Sorry I was gone for such a long time. That whole college thing was rearing it’s head, and rather aggressively, I might add. I had papers galore. And when I wasn’t working, I was sitting and complaining of boredom. Then I’d remember my darling readers, but have nothing to write.
But I have been updating my blog (it’s easier to ramble on camera than write and perfect my posts to my satisfaction).
Soo… if you’re interested, you should check out my original poem, about people’s reactions to me. I wrote it a year ago. And when you’re through with that, watch my latest Vlog: What You’ve Always Wanted To Ask A Blind Person. It’s long, but hopefully the content makes it worth it.
For my blind and low-vision readers:
The three pictures I included are of me: one of me holding the cane and then two of the cane by itself: one showing off the tape and the other how bent it was.
Chao (the Spanish spelling)