Colour eluded me, and my family, padding softly around me at home, were hollow ghosts, skeletal figures with no solidity or humanness. Slowly the grey mist dissolved into a brown muddy haze that obscured anything more than a few feet away.
#Mosaic shapes in vision windows#
These lines delineated windows and doorframes, but little else. Over time, black lines started to appear, crudely constructing my visual landscape. I was momentarily elated that the world was no longer a suffocating black cloak wrapped around my head – but I realised quickly that I did not recognise anything around me. At first I could only make out subtle light shifts, everything was just a swirling grey fog with no perceptible shapes. The morning my sight finally started to return, I opened my eyes to a strange, supernatural view.
After a few weeks, I regained some movement and normal sensation in my legs and feet, but my vision was another matter entirely. As a television producer, my vision was my job, so I was desperate to see again. I hadn’t just lost my primary sense – I had lost my livelihood too.
My body’s immune system had gone haywire, responding to the virus by attacking my own nerves, causing my loss of sight and mobility – you could say I had been struck down by biological friendly fire.
Just before my blindness hit, I had been laid up with an unknown virus that had left me suffering severe headaches and sweats. It took just 72 hours for me to lose my sight entirely, and for my hands and feet to feel like they were encased in ice.
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