There are a lot of people who visit here who have just found out about their visual issues. Thought I’d share what happened to me.

Twenty years ago, this month, I found out about RP. All those emotions still feel so raw and real. I was in my twenty’s, working a corporate job and married. We lived in the suburbs an hour’s drive from downtown. Within six months, I had to stop driving, take up cane training. I lost the house and spouse. All the sudden change threw me into a year long depression. I managed to keep working for another decade.

Since then, I’ve averaged an eye surgery every couple of years. I've had complications and secondary eye diseases. I’ve so far managed to keep from, somehow, going total (despite being written off by retina specialists twice).

I re-married to someone not afraid of my disability and am a stay at home parent. Life’s good, life’s a struggle. Just like anyone else. The point I’m trying to make is that life goes on. Twenty years ago, I thought my life was over. It's hard to hear this when you've just found out but it's not the end. It turned out just to be an end and then a beginning.