The essay is written from a sighted woman’s point of view and discusses life with her husband who is blind. The brutal honesty of it is actually quite refreshing, at least for me. To see what it’s like for my sighted loved ones was something special. The author doesn’t gloss over anything. While she doesn’t portray blindness as a horrible inconvenience, she’s honest about what it hinders. I have to think she was brave enough to say what most sighties might be afraid to say, for fear of offending us.
I could also so relate to a lot of the experiences she writes about. Just trade Legos for Nylabones haha! An excellent read, in my opinion.