As this year is ending, I can't help but be overwhelmed with gratitude for the way God directed my path. Last holiday season, I learned of vision therapy services that could help. No promises, just a maybe.
I have done a lot of testing over the last couple of months. Initially when the testing started there were some pretty low scores. My latest scores were a mixed bag of low and astonishingly high and improved.
It isn't the numbers so much, but what the numbers reveal.
These wonderfully kind people don't just focus on the numbers.
So as we reviewed the scores, I heard and received the most encouraging words.
These scores show, "You are capable, just slow."
I am slower, much slower than I used to be. It is exceedingly frustrating. But I am learning, trying to learn to be content. But what did my heart good was to hear I was capable. Sometimes in slowness, efficiency becomes an issue. I have questioned what I have to offer if all the things I used to be good at, I am not good at anymore? What can I do?
Add on top of it all, that there is a divorce happening, all sorts of questions about self worth and acceptance and the future just roll around in one's heart, mind and soul.
But this office of people, they are good and kind.
They see the struggle.
They can even measure it.
They see potential and capability.
They accept.
My latest appointment was to announce, I have graduated. I am moving into monthly appointments and then will be released from therapy! I am "passing" where I need to improve. I have to admit there was some anxiety, because even the vision issues are still variable. Not as much, but still... So the doctor and I talked. Variability, it is there to stay. I will have to do what I need to do to take care of myself and thus limit variability and then accept when life goes awry and adjust. Maybe one day as the brain heals and develops new pathways there will be less variability. But the anxiety was still there. I asked him about our last conversation when he stated if I could reach a certain "percentage" then there would be a hope that I would be "average in functioning". Related to my concerns about divorce, eventually needing to work, medical prognosis of another doctor and just general concerns and worries. If I am slow and not "good" at what I used to be "good" at then what? Bless this man's heart... I believe God just entered the room that moment and spoke through him.
"Knowing what I know about you, as an employer, I would expect it would take you longer to learn (train) things. I would expect you might be more forgetful and need reminders and make more mistakes. If I didn't know any of this about you, I might not realize there was an underlying condition at all. I might wonder why you can't remember or why you keep making mistakes and why you haven't learned it yet, but I have experienced this with other people." His compassion and kindness just overwhelmed me. You see I have been asking these kind of questions for a while. His words that he chose at that moment communicated acceptance and hope.
Then the doctor took on a father/uncle type demeanor and gave me some firm advice and instructions about the future and different options I should look into and consider. Then he provided me with details regarding therapy with speech and language pathologists that could benefit my vision and speech. (This bit of hope was so important, especially since my speech is a huge concern about what kind of job I can have when my speech is variable.) Then he said, "Merry Christmas and see you at your next appointment!"
The demeanors of my care providers are unique and greatly varied. While all of them are honest, some are more able to present facts in a way truth is acknowledged but encouragement and hope is also offered.
