Just found your blog after reading one of your comments on another blog. Had to see how you managed making a website. Pretty well, indeed, I must say.

And then I read this well-written post, which I enjoyed. Thanks for the story.

Happy writing,

René

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I don’t do it for that reason, but its nice to hear.

Family, on the other hand, react a different way. They become scared for you. My old girlfriend Kristy’s parents, won’t even let her walk on the sidewalk outside her home without a sighted person present, and that is the jist of why her and I ended up breaking up, for its one thing to treat her like that, but I had to stand up for myself and say “hey look, she lives under your roof so she has to do what you say, thats fine, but I don’t have to do what you say” so her dad said we had to break up.

I just think its sad, because for one thing, just because she doesn’t even have light perception, or because she’s a girl, doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be able to be independant, and the same goes for me. Sure, there are robbers and rapists out there in the world, but its no different then someone walking into your home and robbing or raping you, it can still happen. The point is, you don’t stop living your life because your afraid. We all have some kind of fear where we have no choice but to confront that fear head on in order to survive, for there is no such things as being completely safe.

Its like her sister told me, “haven’t you ever heard of the buddy system?” Well, yes, but trust me, if a rapist saw 2 women walking down the street, you don’t think that rapist would kidnap or rape both women? Of course he would, and its no different just because I’m a guy. There will always be threats, but that rapist could always break into my home too, so does it make it less threatening? I don’t think so. Same is true for walking being afraid someone might hit you, just like everyday life, we just have to not worry about it, that is all we can do.

It is an old middle eastern story, which is told from grandparents to grandchildren in my country. By the way, my name is Ali.

I believe that your family and friends love you, but sometimes they will not be able to reach you if you don’t share your inner thoughts with them.