After 3 months of resting my eyes and brain, I was ready to go back to the vision therapist and be re-evaluated. Two big break-throughs had happened during the rest period and I looked forward to showing them my progress.
How do I capture the Boston Marathon 2018?
The weather was ridiculous
The race was spectacular
I didn’t want the experience to end
Self help gurus, psychologists, doctors, and religious counselors all work to help us to change out of our old dysfunctional ways and into a new and improved version of ourselves. Myself included! It’s a worthy cause. Most of us want to improve ourselves and live a happier healthier life.
My vision therapy was done. 45 weeks of work complete. I had not gotten the results I had hoped for. The vision therapist sent me on my way for 3 months of rest.
I'm quite sure no one had ever questioned Dr. Old’s methods. She warned me I wouldn’t be able to read without cheaters. But her ‘MD’ didn’t give her insight into my predicament so I insisted on a new prescription.
Do I have a right to be frustrated and angry? Yep. Am I going to walk around pissed off and feel like I’ve been done wrong? No. Why not?
Last week I visited the Vision Therapy doctor to be evaluated. I’m a little over half-way through vision therapy to get my eyes to work together. My brain was challenged by the new exercises given to me by the therapist and the doctor said I was making good progress.
Do you believe what you see? This week I learned that we can't always when I had yet another ah-ha moment at vision therapy.
A few weeks ago, I ran the Fargo Marathon. There were so many moments that I’ll cherish. Whether or not you're a runner, come along with me and experience the race.
What do you think's possible? After 23 weeks of vision therapy, I'm holding onto my dream of seeing the world with depth. My progress is slow but sure. Join my story and see what insight there may be for you.
I’ve been making a lot of progress with vision therapy. As it's continued, my peripheral vision has increased. Last week I was out on a run and felt that I could see 'more’. I’ve run literally hundreds of miles but this day was different. I could recognize things around me and in the distance that I’ve never noticed before. But what does my vision therapy have to do with you?
One step at a time. It’s such a simple concept yet so hard to carry out. We get impatient or bored with the process. Each day brings a new challenge to start again. It’s a principle, however, that will help us accomplish each and every one of our goals.
At the end of 2016, a friend recommended I look into vision therapy. I have no depth perception because I was born with a lazy eye. I had believed the conventional wisdom which said that if I didn’t learn to use my eyes together by the time I was 3 or 4 years old, I never would. Well I can now kiss that wisdom good-bye!
I went to Session 7 excited to tell my therapist, Dawn, how much better I’d been feeling. The half hour recovery sessions that left me laying on the couch covering my eyes and ears were behind me. The blue light used to calm my brain was working. I was on my way to better vision.
How much is your body changing over time? Are your thoughts about your body also changing? What are your beliefs and expectations about your body as it ages?
In the season of New Year’s Resolutions and when it comes to changing ourselves, we often use willpower to battle our problems. Willpower, however, doesn’t last. How do we make sure we finish what we’ve started?
After a few exercises she put me in front of the blue light. It is meant to calm the brain. As I starred at the blue disk in the dark room, it happened. My right eye was being used. I always defer to my left eye. It was easy and different. Very strange.
The reason why I write about my vision therapy is to document the mental and emotional realizations along the way. I’ve come up with the tagline ‘gaining perspective through vision therapy’. I’m also excited about the prospect of what can happen in my life and the lives of others.
Session 2 brought new challenges. Like a 3rd grader excited about finishing her homework, I reported what I had done the previous week to my therapist, Dawn.
I arrived 15 minutes early. Embarrassed to show my excitement, I drove to the drug store 2 blocks away and wandered through the aisles to calm myself.