On the various blind lists on the internet I see  many notes dealing with why blind people are not accepted by sighted  folks.  Following are some of my thoughts.  
 Perhaps we are putting too much emphasis on  blindness.  
 Reading the great number of posts on the subject of  "reaching out" or being accepted, it seems that we have about as wide a variety  of personal experiences as we would find in the population at large.   
 Since the single common denominator on this list is  blindness, and blindness often becomes our reason for things being as they are,  perhaps we need to step back and examine whether our feelings of rejection and  isolation are unique to our blind community or are common to the broader  population.  
 As a sighted teenager and young adult, I was very  shy.  Yet I longed to be accepted as part of the crowd.  But I  couldn't bring myself to make the initial contacts.  So I sat at the back  of the room, or hung around on the sidelines of the dances , wanting some  gorgeous girl to grab me and whisk me away.  
 Had I been blind, I would have jumped at blindness  as the reason for my troubles.  Sure, I was visually impaired, but no one  knew that.  I did put some of my isolation at the feet of not being able to  drive, and having to ask girls out on the bus, but there were girls who did not  mind that.  So I look back and have come to believe that my isolation was  caused by my own discomfort and fears of rejection.  Which had nothing to  do with my vision.  
 Today I move in and out of groups with ease.   Why?  I'm blind as that proverbial bat.  In thinking about it I can  only come to the conclusion that I am now totally comfortable with who I am and  have a well developed self confidence.  
 I love people and I can honestly say that I love  myself.  
 Yet, even so, there are times when I find myself  being ignored and not invited into the conversation or activities.  If,  after attempting to waddle in, I am still feeling unwanted, I leave.   Because I have so many options open to me, I have no time for hanging around  folks who are not interested in what I have to contribute.  
 And sometimes I know it is because of folks  discomfort regarding me as a blind man.  Well, I'm comfortable with being a  blind man, so I am not going to fret over their problems.   
 Curious Carl 
 
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