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Dear Boo,
Hello, I have several things that I need help about and a friend recommend you.
My parents are judgemental. I can't go a day in my life without being criticized. I'm the oldest of three girls and whatever they do wrong, I'm instantly involved. If one decided to mess something up, I'm blamed too. It's not like I told them to do whatever they did. I don't control them yet I still get blamed.
My dad, he says he loves me, my mom, and sisters and I think that's bull. If he 'loved' me then he wouldn't have hit me in my left eye when I was a child. (I heard my mom talking about this once.)
In the fourth grade, I developed problems in my eyes. I could no longer see far away and when I went to the doctor I didn't pass the sight test. The nurse suggested I get glasses and that didn't happen until a few weeks. When the test was happening and I didn't say the correct letters, my dad was mad and thought I was making it up.
We went to get tested for glasses and while that test was happening my parents told me to stop fooling around. They thought I was making this up to get glasses and I was upset. Why would I want glasses? I only wanted to get this problem solved so I could go back to not having things up close to my face.
The person said I had a scar in my left eye and it was affecting my sight. A few weeks later, I finally got my glasses. On the day I got them, my mom asked me to put on a channel and when I couldn't see anything I went to get my glasses like a logical person but she wouldn't let me because she still thought I was fooling around.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving and my cornea appeared. It's a part of the eyes that you are NOT supposed to see. My mom was worried so she called my dad and we went to the hospital.
When we got there, I got examined and I remember some people saying that my case was fascinating and I was like you think this is fascinating? I have something in my eye. They said if I went to see a doctor, my dad said yes and they said an eye doctor. My dad said no and they suggested someone.
Short story, I got surgery and after that, I could no longer bear having my left eye open because of the pain that happened. I'm now on eye drops for the rest of my eye. I got another surgery to remove the stitches since that was what was causing pain in my eye.
I think for a time I was no longer seeing in my left eye and was totally dependent on my right without even knowing. After that, I was able to open my eye but everything was hazy. After that time, my dad kept asking if there was any improvement. It started to get on my nerves since it was always the same answer; it was the same as before.
In fifth grade, my glasses didn't work anymore and I tried to get new ones but my eyes had changed and my prescription was too high to find a fix. The doctors said the best fit for me was now contacts. I kept getting fitted yet I never got the contacts. It was a cat and mouse game until I was at near the end of sixth grade.
