Anything that makes us different fascinates me. For example, color blindness, or color vision deficiency, as some prefer. Have you ever stop to think about it? I find it fascinating that someone can look at a color I’m looking at and see it in a different way, under a different set of lights.
Yesterday I was talking about my friend who likes purple. I find her intriguing. She looks at purple and sees something different than what I see. She sees all colors in a different way, and I find that to be very interesting.
Did you know there are different kinds of color blindness? Apparently, and when I say this I mean that I found this information on Wikipedia, color blindness can be total or partial, with total being much less common than partial. There are two major types: those who have difficulty distinguishing between red and green, and those who have difficulty distinguishing between blue and yellow.
While I didn’t know there were so many, I did know about the red-green color blindness. This causes a person to have difficulty distinguishing a red from a green apple, seeing both as yellowish. Apparently more men than women have it, and it appears to be linked to the X chromosome, so a girl would have to have two X chromosomes with the deficiency to be color blind. Something like that.
Growing up as an only child can be a burden or a blessing. And although I’d wish for a sister to play with from time to time, I also loved being alone sometimes. I think I was always meant to be an only child. I loved my pretend games and loved the freedom of doing whatever I wanted. I did have cousins to play with, friends I saw almost daily (or so it felt like), and half-siblings from my dad’s second marriage (although I didn’t see them all the time, they were there). But I often needed my alone time, my me-time. And I still do. If I spend too many days in the company of others, I often feel like I need an escape. I need time with myself.
Anyway, as a child, I used my alone time to play pretend. I’d pretend I was a character from a movie, swimming under rocks into a cave with a hidden treasure, or being locked in a room with only a sandwich and a never-ending book. Silly games, but I loved to play them. And one other thing I liked to play was to pretend I could see the world in a different way.
I think it started when I hurt my right arm and had to keep it immobilized for a few days. It was the first time I was experiencing doing things without an arm, and it just inspired me to do others things. SO when I saw someone who couldn’t see, I tried walking around the house with my eyes closed, touching the furniture around me to have a sense of where I was going. I sat in my room and tried to remember where everything in the room was. Then I started thinking that maybe those things, those objects I knew so well, would not be the same, had I never seen them before.
I loved experiencing the world in different ways. I tried looking at black and white pictures, trying to imagine what the colors were like, pretending I was color blind. Of course that was frustrating, since there was no way I could know if I was right or wrong, but I still loved to pretend. I also tried to move around the house without using my legs. When I couldn’t reach the jar of cookies I decided it was time to play something different.
I guess I was an odd child, but it did give me a new perspective on things. And I still find anything that makes us different to be fascinating, and try to learn from those things every day. My color blind friend and I often exchange information about how each of us see the colors around us. Now I understand she can see that my hair is red, because it’s a very strong red, but she can’t tell if my car is blue or green. This reminds me of a grey suitcase my mom insists on calling blue. I always say “I have no idea where your blue suitcase is, but your grey one is right there.” We both know we’re talking about the same object, though, so I guess it’s okay.