Found this article , which was exactly what i went through when my son was born ..Now my son is 1.5 year old .
Raising a Blind Child: Join the NOPBC!
by Laura Weber
When we took our daughter to her two-month checkup, I mentioned to her pediatrician that her eyes seemed to jerk and that she wasn’t visually tracking things yet. She wasn’t on track with the developmental checklists and, although I wasn’t too worried, something didn’t seem right.
Our doctor told us that the involuntary eye movement was known as nystagmus, and he got us an appointment with a pediatric ophthalmologist that very same day. I guess I should have realized that something was up for us to get an appointment so soon, but I still wasn’t overly worried. The ophthalmologist confirmed the nystagmus and after examining her, told us that Lindsay was extremely farsighted. She rapidly ran down a laundry list of conditions that might be causing the nystagmus, and told us to come back when Lindsay was six months old. We left the office feeling confused and frustrated, but we thought that being farsighted wasn’t that bad. She would just have to wear glasses, right? Wrong.
We got a copy of the ophthalmologist’s records and showed it to a friend of ours who is an optometrist. Jotted to the side of the exam notes were the words “possible Leber’s Congenital Amaurosis.” Huh? The doctor never mentioned that in the exam. We started researching on the Internet, and what we found was very frightening.
Unable to wait another four months, we made an appointment with another pediatric ophthalmologist for a second opinion. He told us that he agreed with the diagnosis that had been jotted in her chart, and said that we should probably start looking into things like Braille. But, like the first ophthalmologist, he never used the word blind. Then he ushered us to the front desk to pay our bill, and sent us on our way. That was it. That was how we found out that our beautiful, healthy, and perfect baby was blind. And, apparently, that’s where the doctors felt their obligations ended. We were never referred to early childhood intervention services. We were never referred to a parent support group. We were never given books, brochures, or a list of references. We were just sent home.
We were devastated. We were lost. We felt like all the dreams we had for our daughter’s future were crushed. And everyone around us contributed to that thinking. Some friends sent us flowers. A neighbor from down the street whom we had never even met, heard about Lindsay through the grapevine and brought us a daily meditation sympathy calendar. People offered to cook for us. Everyone said how sorry he or she was. Now please don’t think that I didn’t appreciate their attempts at being supportive but, in retrospect, they treated us exactly like a family whose child has died. And that’s how we felt.
I started searching the Internet for support groups and information, and I became more depressed. I read articles about blindness that reported the low employment rate and high illiteracy rate among blind adults. I met other parents of blind children, and the message I got from them was how hard things were going to be. They talked about IEPs and ARDs and CTVIs and COMS--and lots of other acronyms that flew right over my head. They told me that I would be in a constant battle with the school system and with insurance companies to get Lindsay the services she needed. They told me my daughter would be discriminated against, and I’d need to become an expert on the law and on advocacy. Where was the good news? Who could tell me what to do? Who could tell me that it would be okay?
Then I got in touch with the National Federation of the Blind (NFB). I requested information from their parent division, the National Organization of Parents of Blind Children (NOPBC). I can’t explain what it meant to me to hear--for the first time--positive things about blindness and about what Lindsay could accomplish. I read information packets and Kernel Books and presidential addresses, and all of it hammered away at the same message: blindness is respectable. The mantra I kept repeating to myself over and over was this:
The real problem of blindness is not the loss of eyesight. The real problem is the misunderstanding and lack of information that exist. If a blind person has proper training and opportunity, blindness can be reduced to a physical nuisance.
When I first contacted NOPBC, they did not have a parents chapter in Texas. So, I got involved in another local parent support group. It was a great place to meet other parents and to find resources, but something was missing. I wanted to be part of a group that promoted a positive message about blindness, and I wanted to meet blind adults who could help me teach those beliefs to my daughter. A group of parents, teachers, or therapists can sit around all day talking about how to teach my daughter blindness skills, but only a blind person has experienced being blind. I’ve met wonderful, caring, and intelligent professionals in the blindness field, and I’ve learned a lot from them but, unless they’re blind, they are speaking as observers. For many of the things that my daughter needs to learn, that’s fine, but when she wants to talk to someone who truly knows what she faces and how she feels, I believe that only another blind person can fill that need. The analogy I like to use is this: a man can be a brilliant, talented, and caring obstetrician. He can have the knowledge and skills to deliver babies. He can have a wonderful bedside manner. He cannot, however, tell you what it feels like to give birth. For that, you should talk to another mother.
In my opinion, the major difference between NOPBC and other parent groups is that the NOPBC is part of the NFB, and the NFB’s philosophy is what I want my daughter to learn and live. I want her to have a positive attitude, self-determination, and high expectations; and I want her to have competent, successful blind role models. NOPBC helps me stay focused on my goal to raise my daughter to be a happy, healthy, independent, and successful adult with good life skills, social skills, academic skills, and career skills. In short, I want for my child what all parents want for their children. My desires and expectations aren’t different or lower because she’s blind.
Last fall I had the privilege of attending the NFB of Texas state convention in Houston, and at that time, a state chapter of NOPBC was formed. Texas Parents of Blind Children (TPoBC) came to life, and I was elected president. My goal is to pass on the message of the NFB to parents of blind children all over Texas.
My daughter turned five years old this summer. She’s slowly but surely learning to use a cane and to read Braille. She’s smart and beautiful and is, without a doubt, the happiest kid I’ve ever met. I feel good to be raising her in the NFB. I want her to have the opportunity to have a Braille pen pal, participate in Braille reading contests, and have a blind mentor. The NFB has all those programs. I also want her to meet successful blind adults, and to be able to go to them with questions and frustrations. I will never be able to completely understand what life is like for her; besides, what child wants to go to her mom all the time? I want Lindsay to go to camp, have summer jobs, get life skills training, go to college, and have a career and family. The NFB promotes all those things. Together we’ll teach her that it’s respectable to be blind.
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