A light-hearted search for a missing old T-shirt turns into a tongue-in-cheek reflection on ageing, sight loss, and why some clothes are harder to let go of.
A light-hearted search for a missing old T-shirt turns into a tongue-in-cheek reflection on ageing, sight loss, and why some clothes are harder to let go of.
Hospitals are meant to be safe havens — places where we’re supported when we’re at our most vulnerable. But my recent experience showed me how easily that safety can slip away when accessibility and empathy fall short. From a warm, inclusive anniversary trip to a very different hospital ward, this week reminded me just how much the people around us shape whether we feel safe… or unseen.
Sunday mornings tend to be my morning to get up first and feed the animals. I quite like it because it gives me a couple of hours to potter around downstairs, pop some music on and generally ease myself into the day. I have had to adapt so many ways I approach everyday life that …
Continue reading Musings from a Blind Man: Excluded by design
I’ve been thinking a lot in recent weeks about selfishness and respect for others. Now don’t worry, I will try not to get too ranty but there have been quite a few instances in the past few weeks and months where I’ve had to look back and question if I’m being precious or justified to …
Continue reading Musings from a Blind Man: In the name of convenience
Sometimes at the weekend I’ll forego the usual silent battle Mrs Backpack and I embark on to see who breaks first and will leave her to sleep, heading downstairs where I’ll feed the animals, pour myself a fresh coffee and pop on some album or other. By this time, William will usually be installed in …
As I sit here on a Sunday morning on the eve of my 44th birthday, I can’t help but smile. As usual, I’ve been woken up by the telly blasting through our bedroom floor as William watches some random rubbish on YouTube. We normally turn the TV down before bed, but forgot last night as …
Continue reading Musings from a blind man: the power of perspective
Original post from January 2024 I decided to do a little experiment today as Chester and I took a solo trip to visit my eldest at university in Kingston. It’s quite a straightforward trip on South Western Railway from Reading with just a single change at Twickenham. So what’s the experiment? Turn Up And Go …
Welcome folks to the latest musings of a blind man. This week’s edition is all about the impact of keeping up a brave face when deep inside you’re having a tough time! Last week was a mixture of highs and lows which, with this week being Mental Health Awareness Week seems appropriate to highlight to …
Continue reading Musings from a Blind Man: The impact of our actions
There’s nothing like a warm Saturday afternoon to take advantage of sitting outside (albeit wearing a thick hoodie to combat the chill) with some music in the background and a large joint of pork smoking on the grill. Slowly cooking a side of meat takes a lot of time and patience and it is the …
I’m sat dozing in the back of a taxi, heading home after a late work event. Chester is laid on the floor next to me in the back of the comfortable MPV, exhausted after such a busy day. As we head on into the night my eyes flicker open and I attempt to gather my …
Continue reading Musings from a Blind Man: A late-night taxi ride home