An Open Letter to Society

Dear society,

People who are blind do not need to be spoon fed, unless they’re still toddlers. A spoon full of sugar only helps the medicine go down, it does not help someone live with blindness, so stop sugarcoating life and disabilities in general.

As someone who is blind, I am not dependent on others for daily tasks such as getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and cooking. When I listen to a book, I will proudly say that I read it, because that’s my way of reading. I am capable of going to college and getting a job. I am able to cross streets and travel on my own. I am not helpless. I do not enjoy pity. And I refuse to accept a politically correct society that revels in calling me differently abled instead of disabled.

If you are blind, you have a disability. To whoever came up with “differently abled,” I’m sure that it was with very good intentions. I understand your line of thinking. People with disabilities cope in their own ways and adapt with different abilities, and thus are differently abled. However, I refuse to accept the soft padded room that my generation seems to want. I am disabled. Just because people have chosen to view disabled as a negative, doesn’t mean I also choose to see it as negative. However, I am a firm believer in person first language. The person should always come before their disability. I am not my blindness. I am a 19-year-old woman named Gabriella first, and blind second.

I’m tired of living in a society that refuses to acknowledge that I have a disability, that I’m blind. Society is so careful not to ask questions, for fear of causing offense. It would be nice to one day live in a society that saw me first, and my blindness second. Unfortunately, that is not the case. Fear is the reason people don’t mention my blindness, laugh at my humorous take on it, and unsuccessfully hide their pity. People are so afraid. Get out from under your blanket and stop hiding from the Overly Politically Correct Monster. He only bites a little, and you’ll be all the better for it.

And don’t worry, I’m also guilty of holding too tightly to the blanket.

I’m tired of living in a society that perpetuates blindness stereotypes. Just because you saw it once, does not mean it should be generalized. For instance, a few months ago, my guide dog and I were kicked out of a bakery because I did not look like I was blind. people who are Blind are all different.

•We don’t all carry canes, especially if we have a guide dog.

•We don’t all wear dark sunglasses.

•We don’t all use echolocation, more specifically, clicking noises, to get around.

•We don’t wear mismatched clothing… at least not all the time.

•We’re not constantly running into things… only sometimes.

•We don’t need “helpers” to function.

I know I’m being harsh. I thought it’d feel better if I ripped the bandaid off fast, instead of going through a slow and painful process. It’s okay to be curious. It’s okay to encourage independence in children who are blind. It’s okay to kindly offer help to those who are blind, and to walk away if they refuse it. I don’t think many people are ready to get rid of their blankets, I know I’m not. But I’m trying to hide beneath one that is much smaller than the one I’ve become accustomed to.


Gabriella drago, a girl who is blind


Can I Feel Your Face

Do you like to feel peoples faces?

I am very good about answering all kinds of questions from people, but every time someone talks about this, I laugh at them. I laugh until they probably start to feel a little uncomfortable. And then I laugh to myself some more because, to me,  it is the most ridiculous question.

No, I do not feel faces. I would probably have no friends. If someone came up to me and asked me in seriousness if they could feel my face, I would feel super uncomfortable. Lets start with the obvious. Hands are super gross. Who knows where they’ve been! So why would I, or any other socially adept blind person want to put our hands on someone else’s face.

Secondly, faces are nasty. Sometimes they’re oily, people have runny noses, food at the corners of their mouths, and lots of other unknown stuff. Gross! Who in their right mind would want to touch some random persons face?

Finally, touching faces is useless. It does not give me information about what someone looks like. One face feels similar to the next. Maybe, if I touched your face as a greeting every time we saw each other, and slowly and methodically caressed it for a few minutes, I would have a better picture of what you felt like. While we’re at it, I might as well touch your entire body, because why should we just stop at the face!

The only time I would ever feel someones face  would be if I was in a relationship, if I had a baby, or if I was being funny. So lets take this film exaggerated stereotype and throw it in the garbage.

Every day in October, I will be posting about blindness related subjects for Blindness Awareness month. Feel free to ask questions; I don’t get offended.

What came first: the question or the answer?