Blind people must wish their sight was better

I realised not so long ago that I have become somewhat attached to the unusual way in which I view the world. In short, if someone offered me a pill that would restore my sight to a full 180 degrees of vision I would be inclined to say no. Although my blindness does not define me, it is responsible for a lot of my history, personality and behavior. Saying goodbye to my visual impairment would be like saying goodbye to part of me, much like when I said goodbye to my sight and the future I envisaged for myself aged 15.  Why go through that again when I’m happy as I am?

I have explained this to multiple people, usually to looks of confusion and stuttered broken questions as they struggle to understand how anyone could be truly happy with about 10 degrees of vision; but I think the most notable response came from my mother and my sister :

“How utterly ridiculous. You don’t mean that. You’re just being stubborn.”