Hey, man. Thanks for doing the AMA. I actually also have albinism but only ocular. So, like yours, my vision is terrible. Other than my family, I've never had the opportunity to meet anyone who shares the disability. I understandably only deal with people who just have no idea. I'm pretty comfortable with myself but I never tell anyone unless they just straight out ask, and I think I subconsciously try and hide it from people I don't know very well. This gets me into some complicated situations.
Like this week, my roommate (who I haven't known for very long) asked me to substitute on his softball team. I guess it was my attempt at not seeming weak, but I excitedly said "Sure!" knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to see the ball. When they were a handing out positions, I prayed to the softball deity that they would give me catcher or something. They stuck me on second base. I cried a little in my heart. But then I was like "Maybe they'll never ever hit it to me!" Nope. It came to (and rolled right by) me over and over.
My team kept saying "Good job, grizzanddotcom." but I knew. I knew.
So, I guess what I'm saying is it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
P.S. You should pursue really pale, red-headed girls. They're really nice. Until they break your heart into a million pieces..
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Hey, man. Thanks for doing the AMA. I actually also have albinism but only ocular. So, like yours, my vision is terrible. Other than my family, I've never had the opportunity to meet anyone who shares the disability. I understandably only deal with people who just have no idea. I'm pretty comfortable with myself but I never tell anyone unless they just straight out ask, and I think I subconsciously try and hide it from people I don't know very well. This gets me into some complicated situations.
Like this week, my roommate (who I haven't known for very long) asked me to substitute on his softball team. I guess it was my attempt at not seeming weak, but I excitedly said "Sure!" knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to see the ball. When they were a handing out positions, I prayed to the softball deity that they would give me catcher or something. They stuck me on second base. I cried a little in my heart. But then I was like "Maybe they'll never ever hit it to me!" Nope. It came to (and rolled right by) me over and over.
My team kept saying "Good job, grizzanddotcom." but I knew. I knew.
So, I guess what I'm saying is it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
P.S. You should pursue really pale, red-headed girls. They're really nice. Until they break your heart into a million pieces..
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