Blind?

When I was younger I visited the CHLA once a year for a few years. It was exhausting. My mom would hire someone to drive us because she didn’t know how to drive. I’d have to translate because she didn’t know how to speak English.

Long waiting times, longs tests,  and a long way back home in LA traffic.

I stopped going because I never got an official diagnosis and I thought it was a waste of my time. (But really, I was just a pre-teen brat.)

Now that I’m 23 I regret it.

I always leave drawers open because if I’m not looking at one I’m not aware that I didn’t close it.

I trip a lot if I don’t look down at the floor.

I hurt myself when I don’t look up to see that I’m about to bump into something.

I’m tired of it.