As I mentioned in my last post (sorry for the super psycho lingo in that one, btw) Little Ham was getting new glasses. They arrived on Tuesday, and for the first time in his life, Little Ham can see 20/20.
Little Ham has no memory of ever being able to see, and it has had behavior consequences in school and at home (IE: refusing to read, standing up in front of the TV, etc). As we were leaving the eye doctor, he listed off things he can see now -- birds in the sky, blades of grass, texture in rocks, and of course, wrinkles on Mom's face.
He continues to talk with amazement about the things he can see, even several days later. He talks with wonder about how his eyes hurt when he takes his glasses OFF. His biggest discovery so far is that news print is made of just tiny dots if you look close enough at it.
I am so happy and sad for him at the same time. I am very happy that he can see now, and that he understands good vision even looks like. At the same time, I ache for him that this has been a years-long struggle for him and nobody has been able to help him until now.
During earlier eye tests he would trigger out about somewhere during the exam, and just stop answering the questions truthfully after he triggered. His prescriptions came out completely wacky after this half-participation/hostility/lying. Little Ham said his first pair of glasses was so off that he could not see to walk.
He admitted that my going into the exam room with him helped to keep him
calm and focused through the exam and helped him answer truthfully to
questions about what he could/couldn't see in the eye tests. And I wish that I had been able to be there for him earlier. More often. Always.
But we look ahead, not back. Things are ok now and will only get better for him. I just need to remember which way to turn my eyes.
