While she’s been deaf for a couple of years, the blindness came on suddenly and was obviously very disorienting. One of the advantages of living in a small space, for her, was that she didn’t have so much to deal with in terms of finding her way around. We just learned not to move stuff.
It’s made me so much more aware of our need for security in our surroundings, that which we get from being able to see. Getting down from something involves a whole lot of fear, and checking, and hanging on, and checking again, before the brave leap into the unknown. The squab cover is testament to that nervousness.
I can only begin to imagine how frightening the world might be if suddenly the senses started shutting down.