A Sight For Sore Eyes

The Lighter Side to Facing Vision Loss





“You can see a pencil across the room. Yet trip over an elephant on the way to pick it.” —
Author Unknown

I have no idea who said this but it’s floating around my RP (Retinitis Pigmentosa) Family and Support Group page and it’s an apt expression of what it’s like to see through the eyes of someone affected with RP.

My vision is unreliable. I don’t know why I can’t see some things and can see others clearly. It’s confusing and frustrating. But also … quirky! Here are some examples:


Tonight my mother asked me to pass the salad dressing.

“Where is it?” I asked.

“It’s right there,” she said.

“Mom, that doesn’t help me,” I grumbled. “You have to be specific.”

“You don’t remember that you put it right next to you?”

What seems so obvious to someone else is not to me. Now, I had the added fear of dementia to worry about!

I felt around my placemat with the palm of my hand and found the bottle to my left,  on the other side of my plate.  I picked up the bottle and handed it to my mother’s outstretched fingers.

“Thank you,” she said loftily.

“Any time,” I said, imitating her.

We both burst out laughing.


My date (I’ll call him Joe) drove all the way from Michigan to Pennsylvania to meet me. He already knew about my vision loss so that awkward announcement was out of the way and we were joking about who was going to lead who into the restaurant.

I don’t know what was running through Joe’s mind as he prepared for his weekend visit with me and my family. But when he arrived, he seemed more nervous about how he would rate with me than how he would cope with a vision-impaired date. In fact, he put my cane away and said, “Here, take my arm,” in a warm, caring way.

Joe had rented a truck for the long trip to my house. Unfortunately, that truck had guzzled  most of his gas, so he needed to fill up again before we could go out to eat dinner. We stopped at a nearby gas station. He turned off the ignition and got out.  Joe kept walking around the vehicle, studying it from several angles, shaking his head, mumbling to himself.

“What’s the problem?” I asked as he peeked in and felt around the driver’s seat.

“Darn vehicle. Can’t find the lever to open the lid of the gas tank.”


He resumed his pacing, opening and closing the door at intervals.

His face was getting red and I started to feel bad for him. This was not the way he imagined out date would start out, I’m sure. I thought for a minute and scooted over to the driver’s seat and felt around the cushion, then pressed around the floor with my toes. I don’t remember how I found it now, if I touched it or stepped on a lever but voila! The lid flew open and I saved our dinner date! We wouldn’t starve after all.

Joe poked his head through the door. “Where’d you find it?” he asked, shock registering on his face.

I likely pointed to the floor.

He threw up his hands and laughed. “What do you know, the blind girl finds it. This macho guy had no idea where to look.”

That was a great way to start out our date! I was absurdly proud of this gal’s accomplishment, and pleased that he  could poke fun at himself.

It put us on an equal status and besides, laughter always sets a good tone for new relationships.


I apparently was having a bad vision day because when I stepped into the bank, my cane became tangled in the roped barrier. So I turned and held out my cane in the opposite direction. Again, it hit the rope. I turned to what I felt had to be the last direction, and what do you know, I went backwards!

“Sometimes everything goes smoothly,” I said, tossing off a laugh. “Other times, the rope and my cane meet halfway, and I don’t mean they’re compromising, either.”

One of the other customers stepped out and guided me forward. A few steps later, I was on track and on my own again. Like a wind-up car, I went straight pretty well.

After doing my banking transaction, I exited and headed for the car where my brother was waiting. Across the parking lot I saw a man open the door to his SUV and pull out a small wooden ramp. He leaned it against the ground. Suddenly I saw the most enormous dog ever. It looked like a horse! It came up to the man’s chest.

I threw politeness aside and called over to the man, “What a big dog!” Sometimes I state the obvious, much to my dismay.

He stopped what he was doing for a minute and looked over at me. His jaw fell down. And he squinted at me, shielding his eyes with his hand.

The dog chose that moment to walk up plank and enter the open back door of the vehicle.

I gave him the thumb’s up and turned to get into my car.

The man shouted over to me, suspicion in his voice,  “How the heck can you see my dog now? Inside the bank, you nearly tripped over him! if you had moved even a foot further, you would have been sprawled out on the floor. You were that close to him!”

“Really?!” I had no idea that dog was inside the bank nor that I was anywhere near a dog, let alone one that size.

“Why do you think I moved you?”

It came to my mind to say, ‘Mister, you could have been an Eagle Scout and doing a good deed,’ but I kept that to myself. I was still processing that I had somehow nearly tripped over his gargantuan dog without knowing.

He closed the driver’s door without a backward glance.  I imagine that he was put out by my sight inconsistencies.

As I rode home,  I wondered why he would have a dog that size inside the bank anyway? He must have been driving along the highway still wondering  how I could miss it. He might have even wondered if I was faking my “blindness.”

Some lyrics jumped into my head, “I wonder, wonder, wonder…” That’s all I could remember of that song, but it was enough to tickle me. We’d always be in the dark on this one. Our “wonderings” would never be satisfied.

A mystery. Like my everyday vision.

I smiled. Some days I didn’t mind having RP. It made for good table talk at dinner.


“You have just read, “The Quirks of RP Vision.” Copyright Amy L. Bovaird. September 2014. If this gave you a chuckle, Like it, Share it, & would love to hear your comments!

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12 thoughts on “The Quirks of RP Vision

  • September 17, 2014 at 1:05 pm

    I love reading your stories Amy, they make me smile, you have a reason to be miserable due to your condition but you chose to make humorous and feel light. I laughed at the dog story.

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:09 pm

    Amy: Have you considered submitting your stories to the Chicken Soup of the Soul? There’s a title they’re accepting stories for and it’s called “Thrive.” I think yours has a special message – you can thrive no matter what with grace and humor.

    Dorit Sasson
    Giving a Voice to Your Story

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:19 pm

    This is such a delightful story! I love it when someone can transform a life experience into something that is so positive. Not only are you humorous about your experience, but it teaches us to laugh at ourselves as well! Beautifully written!

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:41 pm

    Thank you, Dorit!
    A few years ago, I submitted a story to one series but it didn’t get accepted. It was about ants in Kenya! A hilarious story but maybe the editors didn’t millions of ants compared to millions of blessings! Ha ha! Thank you so much for the suggestion. I will try again. =)

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:42 pm

    Amy, how delightful. Each quirky incident with its own relationship message: people we meet, romance and MOMS! Not sure which is the most challenging! You seem to handle all three extraordinarily well.

    Loved the post. Love your humor. Love the way you put things into perspective!
    Thank you.
    HUGS <3

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:46 pm

    Thank you, Candess.
    So glad you like reading my stories. I had another funny one today that may eventually find its way into a blog post!! ;D
    Please come back and read more of my tales!

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:48 pm

    I’m so glad you can get a kick out of my stories and smile.
    I’m STILL laughing at the dog story myself!
    I’m so glad that you come back and read my stories again and again.
    You encourage me! Have a great day!

  • September 17, 2014 at 7:52 pm

    Ha ha! Yeah, moms really bring out the quirks for some reason!
    Thank you SO much for taking time out to read my stories.

  • September 21, 2014 at 4:47 am


    I loved the dialogue between you and your mother about the salad dressing. I’ve had many similar conversations at my dinner table.

  • September 21, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    Ha ha! Typical RP Moments!
    We need a book of them!

  • September 29, 2014 at 4:42 pm

    From wiki: “The Book of Love” (also titled “(Who Wrote) The Book of Love”) is a rock and roll song, originally by The Monotones. It was written by three members of the group, Warren Davis, George Malone and Charles Patrick, and it peaked at #5 on the Billboard Hot 100.

    Lead singer Charles Patrick heard a Pepsodent toothpaste commercial with the line “wonder where the yellow went”. From there he got the idea for the line, “I wonder, wonder, wonder who, who wrote the book of love”, working it up into a song with Davis and Malone. The “boom” part of the song was a result of a kid kicking a ball against the garage while they were rehearsing. It sounded good, so they added it to the song.

    Thought you might be interested? Your sight is like my energy (I have MS). Now you see it (pun intended) now you don’t.

    Always enjoy reading your posts. Thanks.

  • September 29, 2014 at 5:04 pm

    Oh Kate, thank you for bringing the passage to that song to me!! I LOVE it!
    What a fascinating background as well!!! Thank you!
    Yes, that’s right. We have the same dilemma! =)
    I love it that we can relate so well to each other’s challenges!
    I can’t wait to read your book!

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