My life is the exact opposite from yours. I grew up in the lake shores of Lake Erie in Cleveland Ohio in a gated community I was very sheltered as a child. I've always been small and delicate for my age. Born at 26 weeks premature, I was my mother's pride and joy. I was kept inside most of my life I really wasn't allowed to go outside and play much, I had severe asthma and weakened very easily. So when my mother worked at night I usually snuck out during the day. It mostly consisted of me climbing out of the window. Something that would not have been possible if we did not have that old Victorian support by pillars and a wrap around porch. I never did make it far either because my cousin Patricia would rat on me or because somebody would notice that I was missing and they'd find me out of breath in the garden.
my father who never believed I was his because of my red hair and freckles left my mother for a younger woman when I was about six. which is odd since my father's family is from Cuba and he's mixed himself even though he's very dark-skinned. We've had sporadic contact over the years, each meeting with a new stepmother. Occasionally he fakes having cancer for attention I'm not sure what that's about. The last time he remarried he actually be married a wonderful woman named Aurelia. They had adopted two girls named Leah and Kayla and I adore them. She left him about three years ago and now he supposed to be in Texas with his cousin Lois.
My mother remarried when I was nine, well my stepfather adored me he did have a gambling problem which caused us to lose our house. And not be able to pay all my medical bills when it was found out that I had hydrocephalus. My mother got upset and came to stay here with my aunt could move here a few years back when she had her first baby. My aunt move back to Ohio but we stayed here.
I never had very good vision but after my surgeries when I was 13 it was discovered that my vision was going downhill. I started out as legally blind, with stronger and stronger prescriptions for glasses along with slant boards and magnifiers. until I was about 16 1/2 and I started losing colors. They all sort of muddied together. Just after my 17th birthday I was able to recognize day from night, but that's about it.
My mother spent the first few years of my blindness panicking and trying to find surgeries for me to try. Not of which any of my doctors advised. So it 19 I started cane training. Then I finally went to college, only to be told I needed to take a break to learn Braille for a math course. I'm still not very proficient in braille yet I have the reading levels about oh I'd say a first grader. So I won't be able to go back to school for another few years until I finish Braille.
my father who never believed I was his because of my red hair and freckles left my mother for a younger woman when I was about six. which is odd since my father's family is from Cuba and he's mixed himself even though he's very dark-skinned. We've had sporadic contact over the years, each meeting with a new stepmother. Occasionally he fakes having cancer for attention I'm not sure what that's about. The last time he remarried he actually be married a wonderful woman named Aurelia. They had adopted two girls named Leah and Kayla and I adore them. She left him about three years ago and now he supposed to be in Texas with his cousin Lois.
My mother remarried when I was nine, well my stepfather adored me he did have a gambling problem which caused us to lose our house. And not be able to pay all my medical bills when it was found out that I had hydrocephalus. My mother got upset and came to stay here with my aunt could move here a few years back when she had her first baby. My aunt move back to Ohio but we stayed here.
I never had very good vision but after my surgeries when I was 13 it was discovered that my vision was going downhill. I started out as legally blind, with stronger and stronger prescriptions for glasses along with slant boards and magnifiers. until I was about 16 1/2 and I started losing colors. They all sort of muddied together. Just after my 17th birthday I was able to recognize day from night, but that's about it.
My mother spent the first few years of my blindness panicking and trying to find surgeries for me to try. Not of which any of my doctors advised. So it 19 I started cane training. Then I finally went to college, only to be told I needed to take a break to learn Braille for a math course. I'm still not very proficient in braille yet I have the reading levels about oh I'd say a first grader. So I won't be able to go back to school for another few years until I finish Braille.
