This May Sounds Strange, but I need this.

[ZoeyLouLou]

I lost my vision in one eye back in August. Grief does not always mean losing a person. Grief is losing something that means the world to you.

Before, I would have stayed inside and read books all day long if I could. Even in the Summer when the family was outside socializing.

But now, ever since I lost my vision in that eye, everything has changed. My entire being has changed. I can't move around like I used to. I can't enjoy the fullness of nature like I used to.

And through it all, my family has been there so much- even my mother who has never showed one sign of care for me my entire 19 years of life. I'm 20 now.

I'm 20 years old and I am finally starting to understand just how lucky I am. And just how much I wish I could have enjoyed the things I had before I lost them.

Something as simple as a single eye can cause grief beyond belief. This has been 9 months and I am still trying to cope. I simply don't know how.

I think I need to treat this loss differently. Like the loss of a good friend. Because maybe if I do, I will begin to understand just why I feel this way.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me.

~Scott

 

[JacobKStarkey]

Scott, you are in my prayers.

 

[ZoeyLouLou]

Scott, you are in my prayers.

Thank you so much!! If you want to know the full story, I added it to my blog.

 

[jacks]

You are so right. We take so many things for granted until we lose them. Every day we should be grateful for what we do have. I heard it said: That even our worse day would be somebody else's best day. Praying for you.

 

[ZoeyLouLou]

You are so right. We take so many things for granted until we lose them. Every day we should be grateful for what we do have. I heard it said: That even our worse day would be somebody else's best day. Praying for you.

Thank you so much!! This touched me

 

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I lost my vision in one eye back in August. Grief does not always mean losing a person. Grief is losing something that means the world to you.

Before, I would have stayed inside and read books all day long if I could. Even in the Summer when the family was outside socializing.

But now, ever since I lost my vision in that eye, everything has changed. My entire being has changed. I can't move around like I used to. I can't enjoy the fullness of nature like I used to.

And through it all, my family has been there so much- even my mother who has never showed one sign of care for me my entire 19 years of life. I'm 20 now.

I'm 20 years old and I am finally starting to understand just how lucky I am. And just how much I wish I could have enjoyed the things I had before I lost them.

Something as simple as a single eye can cause grief beyond belief. This has been 9 months and I am still trying to cope. I simply don't know how.

I think I need to treat this loss differently. Like the loss of a good friend. Because maybe if I do, I will begin to understand just why I feel this way.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me.

~Scott

Scott, the grief you are experiencing is no different than loosing a loved one. In the military, I see this all the time at the wounded warrior battalion were you will find service members loosing limbs and eyesight. It is going to take time. But remember to seek first and hold onto the eternal comfort that can only be found in Jesus Christ. If you do, you will endure your current hardship and able to share your comfort with others. I recommend reading through 2 Corinthians. It has help me get through much and I am confident that it will help you too. You are not alone in your grief if you allow God, and others, to come beside you in your difficult time.

 

[Rescued One]

I lost my vision in one eye back in August. Grief does not always mean losing a person. Grief is losing something that means the world to you.

Before, I would have stayed inside and read books all day long if I could. Even in the Summer when the family was outside socializing.

But now, ever since I lost my vision in that eye, everything has changed. My entire being has changed. I can't move around like I used to. I can't enjoy the fullness of nature like I used to.

And through it all, my family has been there so much- even my mother who has never showed one sign of care for me my entire 19 years of life. I'm 20 now.

I'm 20 years old and I am finally starting to understand just how lucky I am. And just how much I wish I could have enjoyed the things I had before I lost them.

Something as simple as a single eye can cause grief beyond belief. This has been 9 months and I am still trying to cope. I simply don't know how.

I think I need to treat this loss differently. Like the loss of a good friend. Because maybe if I do, I will begin to understand just why I feel this way.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me.

~Scott

I can't thank you enough for sharing! I'm a great-grandmother. My first grandchild was born with congenital glaucoma. The minute I laid eyes on him, I thought he had something wrong with his eyes, but the doctor didn't catch it. I didn't want to say anything because I hate being told that I don't know what I'm talking about. I had a lot of verbal abuse growing up. Well, a few weeks later, my daughter was told she had to take the baby to a specialist miles away. When I was told that he might go blind, I cried and cried. Then I wanted to know how I could help him. I contacted a school for the blind. The person I talked to helped me cope. Over the years, my grandson traveled all those miles many times. He had over twenty eye surgeries. A few years ago they suggested that he see a surgeon in another state. HORRORS! He had been able to see just a little out of one eye, but now he can't see anything at all.

When my grandson was pre-school age, my daughter had told me that a person was supposed to help him, but didn't understand how. I suggested that she go to college and learn how to help blind people. Well, she got a degree and taught special needs children. But then she got two masters degrees so that she can teach blind and low vision students and orientation and mobility.

I have 12 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. Two of my grandchildren are autistic.

One of my granddaugters is in college and wants to teach special needs kids.

Sometimes the struggles we face in life equip us to help others.

I'm legally blind in one eye because I was born with amblyopia. That wasn't as bad as being repeatedly told that I'm stupid by an older sibling.

Anyway, my life may not be much, and I've had some scary problems, but I've survived and I thank God for giving me faith, because my family of origin weren't Christians. God WILL help you adjust.

Feel free to PM me to ask for prayer or just to talk things over.

My grandson is twenty-six now and not very independent. I think maybe my daughter hasn't motivated him enough. He never liked using a cane, but he did learn Braille.

I'm going to be praying for you.