I don't like the eye drops.
Normally I cry, but this time I held my breath. Mum had to shock me out of my shock! That was a bit naughty of me! It scares her when I don't breathe properly.
The eye doctor said I need some blood tests done and that I am short sighted.
He didn't think glasses would help me...
He didn't think I could learn how to wear them.
He didn't think I could understand anything.
Mum was professional and polite, but then walked out. She was already planning what we can do to help my vision!
We are going to see a different eye doctor.
We will meet with someone who can see past my cerebral palsy....
Someone who can see past my being non-verbal.
We will see someone who can see past my wheelchair.
We will see someone who can believe in me.
We won't give up!