My 6-Year-Old Son Pushed Me Down the Stairs—When My Sight Suddenly Returned, I Saw the Family Portrait and Realized I Had Been Raising Someone Else’s Child
Family.
Meaning Douglas.
My vision had not been proven permanently destroyed.
And now, after another traumatic event, something in the neurological system controlling how my brain processed vision appeared to have shifted.
The fall had not magically repaired damaged eyes.
My eyes had never been the main problem.
The relationship between vision, brain injury, trauma, and functional symptoms was far more complicated.
A specialist would need to evaluate me properly.