RantWoman has a certain number of people in her life who are just fascinated by "how do you DO that?" questions. RantWoman is glad she is not being paid to provide customer service about such questions. It's not that RantWoman wishes to dismiss the attainments she achieves. it's just that RantWoman would like rather often to be elsewhere than were such questions require her to be. Usually the answer is something that makes RantWoman tired anyway. Answering the question might or might not evoke useful teamwork. RantWoman would just not mind NOT being the the blindness bleeping tourism business.
Oh Wait. Many of the people RantWoman is talking about are from her faith community. Blindness bleeping tourism is dangerously close to language that suggests she needs to attend more to the things she aspires to. But this is RantWoman. And RantWoman is unfortunately highly confident that other faith communities with people adjusting to midlife vision loss probably also are afflicted with blindness tourists.Hence the choice of which blog to post in.
Today's excursion: the photocopy machine. The friendly Neighborhood Center for Extreme Computing has a brand new photocopier. It copies and scans and faxes and can print straight from a USB drive. Well it's supposed to do all this and it even has buttons, GLORIOUS tactile buttons even RantWoman can easily find. RantWoman, alas did not find a manual. RantWoman detected tiny print on a small screen, but Project Partner wanted to photocopy a stack of double-sided pages. RantWoman fussed and fiddled. RantWoman would have solicited help from Volunteer...except Volunteer uses a wheelchair. Volunteer has find manual dexterity and would theoretically be able to operate the copier just fine--if the controls were not located slightly above his eye level where he has no prayer of interacting with the tiny print on the screen.
RantWoman fussed and fiddled for a long spell until project partner needed to leave. Rantwoman would rather get an electronic copy of the document anyway, but RantWoman would STILL prefer not to be flummoxed by a mere photocopier!
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I think that perhaps I understand some of this frustration. If it is any comfort at all, at least blindness does not carry the stereotype of being either mentally slow or a math savant (or worse, both at the same time?!). Don't know how many times I have been told that I must be these things or I am not a true representative of my disability. And I will never forget a friend of mine who told me that a girl agreed to go out with him because she thought blind guys were unable to have sex- she thought he was "safe"!!!!
ReplyDeleteIn this case, the challenge seems to be the physical realities. The Friendly Neighborhood Center has lots of wheelchair users for staff and customers. We are forever having to think of contortions so that our wheelchair users can reboot the wireless router or use the scanner or see the trouble lights on the printers if they need to.
ReplyDeleteI just reread this. I had missed the bit about blind guys and sex. Maybe that's the rumor behind why some of them have so much trouble getting dates.
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