Both Sides of the Story

I suppose it all started with a dot. She said she'd be here before 3:00. I thought she wrote "after 3:00. Before... after... They don't look at all the same, right? Not so if you are reading grade 2 braille. The contraction for after is “af”. The contraction for before looks like “bf”. There's only a one dot difference between an “a” and a “b”. Even with my fingerless gloves on, my hands were freezing last night, as they are now. I can imagine making a reading error. Tiny dot = big mistake.

Now we need to add the other factors that led up to the insanity. My cell phone is broken, so I can't get text messages. I forgot to unlock the screen door and unbolt the front door. This meant my father couldn't get in with his nifty key. I wasn't wearing my alert system. It was freezing and I just felt like staying in bed.

Even I have the right to a lazy day now and then. I was playing with my kitten and day dreaming about anything and everything. When Bast anxiously pawed at me, I thought she wanted fed. But what it all boils down to (as if anything could boil in this cold) is that I wasn't expecting my visitor until after 3:00.

So I had my lazy morning and some lazy afternoon. I was awake but had no clue what was going on outside. I put on my alert system armband at 2:00 and checked email. That's when the chaos hit me.

Father... Brother... Police... Fire Department.. Prayers... Oh, crap!

I'm still embarrassed. For most of the day, I'd say I was even humiliated. I don't like people fussing over me. But then I looked at it from the other side of the story.

My visitor was a nurse who was sent over by a friend who happens to work as a Care Provider. That bit doesn't matter so much. When I didn't answer the door, the nurse called my friend and my friend freaked out. When I think of it from her perspective, I kind of understand. She works with people who have severe disabilities. She is trained to be ready for problems. And she's a really caring person.

I go around living my life each day, and sometimes I forget that I'm different. Okay, I am a person with a severe disability... three of them. But it's not like I'm constantly thinking, "Note to self: You are deaf, blind and physically impaired." More likely I'm thinking “I want some Dr. Pepper, I wish I didn't have to cook, I need to finish my homework or, my god, it's freaking freezing!”

My friend started to worry that maybe I fell in the bathroom or something. I suppose that could happen. She called the police. She contacted my brother and dad, too. People were at my door step trying to get in. The fire department was going to break down my door. Luckily, my dad convinced them I was just sleeping late. That's close enough to the truth.

When I finally checked my email, I had to reassure everyone that I was okay. People were relieved, not mad. But I feel foolish.

Keep looking at the other side of the story! Many people who are Deafblind live in complete isolation. No one knows or cares what they are up to. In fact, just this summer, a Deafblind man died from heat exposure and dehydration during a heat wave in Pennsylvania. He was dead for over a week before anyone thought to check his home. It breaks my heart.

I missed a visitor, and within minutes, people were concerned. What happened today is proof that I am loved. I won't be able to exit this world without attracting a ton of attention. In a weird way, that makes me feel sort of good. Despite that, I'm taking action to make sure this never happens again.