OldManOnFire 3 points 1y ago
If I may offer an observation that helped me, you can't embrace the new while you're still holding on to the old.
The old me was a workaholic, a high achieving goal setter, well known and respected in my industry. That was my identity. Mister Employee of the Month. Then RP took it all away. No more driver's license, no more job, nothing to do with all this time on my hands. I realized how much of my life I'd given to my career and what a source of pride it had been for me. And now it was gone.
Then my son in Tennessee called me up and asked "Hey Dad, is there anything you want to do before you lose the rest of your sight?" That got me thinking. There were lots of things I wanted to do, but I hadn't because I was too busy working. Well, I wasn't too busy now, so let's chip in and buy a boat!
You've already read about my blind bucket list so I won't go over it again, but there's something I want to point out about it because I think it might help you come to terms with your own RP. All the things I've crammed into the last six months, the trips and hikes and batting cages and Nerf Gun battles, they were all things I could have done before my diagnosis, but didn't. I was too busy working because excelling at work was my identity. It wasn't healthy but I was good at it and the praise was addicting so I kept doing it.
Blindness, ironically, opened my eyes. Yeah, I'm still gobsmacked every time I think about that metaphor. The workaholic identity I had was over. I could have continued to work, I guess. My reputation in the industry could have landed me a job, but I knew I would be pitied, not respected. That wasn't what I wanted, but until my son called me and asked if there were any last requests before total blindness set in I didn't know what I wanted. I was still hanging on to the old identity but without the old abilities to make it work.
I threw myself into the blind bucket list the same way I would have thrown myself into a new job before, but with one healthy difference - the blind bucket list didn't become my identity like a new job would have. I'm not that guy anymore. I'm me now. I like me. I am just as loved in the passenger seat as I was in the driver's seat, I'm just as important as a wannabe Reddit philosopher as I was when I kept an industry running, I'm just as worthy walking with a cane as I was walking without it. My job doesn't define me anymore, I define me. And it's liberating.
Maybe you're thinking "Well, it's easy for him because he came from an unhealthy place to begin with." If that's what you're thinking you're not wrong. A big part of my blind bucket list is to stop and smell the roses I was always too important to notice. Like I mentioned earlier I *could* have done all this before I got the diagnosis, but I didn't. Maybe I couldn't. I had become so trapped by my own expectations of myself that taking time off to enjoy life made me feel guilty for not maximizing my time. Stepping away from that has been good for me, but it took an event as big as going blind to make it happen.
You are discovering things about life, about yourself, about your loved ones, and about society that you wouldn't have learned if you didn't have RP. Embrace that! Happiness is before you, not just behind you, but you have to step into your new life to embrace it. Find a new purpose to replace your old one, because without purpose we are lost.
Blindness doesn't have to define you, just like my job didn't have to define me. Find the person you are when all the labels come off. Make that your starting point, then decide what life you want to live. I know it's much easier to say than it is to do but I believe in you. You've got this.
And you're not alone.