An earlier draft of this confession had paragraphs of context to ensure that I don’t come across as antagonistic towards my fellow Blind comrades. But why is it my responsibility to ensure an audience can understand nuance? Can readers not parse it themselves any more, read with the subtext

Am I alone? The only benthic creature scrawling along the bottom of an othered ocean. I felt alone. I knew my great-grandfather was Blind, but he lived across a country and the stories I heard about him celebrated his refusal to use a cane or give up driving – his