Blind Training at the Mall
The next morning I once again woke up in total darkness. It didn’t
seem as bad as it did the day before. I found my aunt in the kitchen. I
was getting around with my cane much more easily than the day before. I
told her I was going to bathe and would she get my clothes since I had
no way of identifying what I wanted to wear. I told her the skirt, top,
and shoes I wanted. Bathing was easier. I got dressed and put on my
makeup. That was easier too. I still needed help in finding the earrings
I wanted and some jewelry. I was getting better at identifying things by
“How do I look?” I asked my aunt.
“Lovely dear, you are the perfect blind girl.”
I had something to eat and waited for Beth. After she arrived I got
my shoulder bag. I really didn’t know why I took it since I couldn’t see
the contents and all I might need was my lipstick and maybe some powder.
I had my wallet, but would not be able to identify the bills. I could
probably figure out the coins by feel. In any case, taking my bag made
me feel more normal. Beth led me to her car and I got in. After we
parked at the mall I got out and extended my cane. Beth let me hold her
arm to guide me.
“Even though I am guiding you, be sure to hold your cane out. You
don’t have to tap, but keep it in front of you. You want to make sure
people know you are blind and can’t see them. They will give you more
clearance that way,” Beth instructed.
She warned me of an upcoming curb and I felt it with my cane and
stepped up. She guided me into the mall. The first thing I was aware of
was the sound. Since I couldn’t see anything my sense of sound was
better than normal. I heard voices and other noises. I had an idea where
we were, but I wasn’t sure. I was fairly confident that no one would
recognize me in my dark glasses. Besides, I would be taken only as
someone who resembled me since I was obviously blind. I heard a women
say to what I assumed was a child with her, “Watch out Lynn. Don’t bump
into the blind girl. Didn’t you see her white cane?” We walked for a
few minutes and then Beth led me to a bench where we sat down.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“It’s kind of strange and frustrating not to be able to see anything.
The blackness is so overwhelming.”
“Do you like the feeling?”
“Yes. I can’t see people, but I know they are looking and see a blind
girl. I do enjoy being disabled as you know. Being blind makes me feel
very helpless and dependent.”
We walked around some more and went into a few stores. Beth led me to
a rack of nice short skirts. She described them to me since I couldn’t
see the color. I could feel them and I liked this. I found one that
sounded like I would like the look if I could see.
“Do you want to try it on?” Beth asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
“You need to do this by yourself. Do you know the layout of the
fitting room here?", Beth asked.
I said I did and she led me to the entrance. She handed me the skirt
and I used my cane to go in. The stalls were on the left and had doors.
I felt around and when I found one that was open I went in. I put my bag
down and took off my skirt. I removed the new skirt from the hanger and
felt around for a hook. I tried it on. It had a zipper in back and so I
knew which way to put it on. Of course I couldn’t look in the mirror,
but I felt that it was the right length and fit well. I switched back to
my own skirt and managed to clip the new skirt to the hanger. I grabbed
my shoulder bag and used my cane to find my way out. I was a little
startled when my cane hit what I knew was a person.
“Oh gosh I am sorry,” I said quite alarmed.
“Don’t be dear,” the woman said as soon as she saw my white cane. “I
will get out of your way.”
Beth then guided me to the register. She suggested I pay with my
credit card. I knew where it was in my wallet. When our turn came ,the
clerk was very nice. I handed her the skirt and my credit card. She ran
it through the scanner for me.
“Can you sign?” she asked.
“If you help me position the pen,” I said. n
It was one of those digital scanners and she guided my hand. I tried
as best as I could to sign my name. I needed practice with that I knew.
She completed the sale and put the skirt in the bag. I put my credit
card away and she guided my hand to the bag. I was so excited that I was
actually getting by totally blind.
“You did very well,” Beth said. “With enough practice you could
probably go into a store, ask for help, and make a purchase completely
on your own.” I didn’t know about that.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Yes. I am not sure I can shave my legs while blind. I thought about
getting a ladies electric shaver. Can we go to a store that sells them?”
“Of course,” Beth replied.
Before we got to the appropriate store I needed to pee. Beth insisted
that I do it alone. I knew the layout of the ladies room where she took
me. The stalls were on the left and the sinks on the right. I felt for
the door and went in. I used my cane to guide me and found an open stall
door. I relieved myself and headed for the sinks. I was lucky I didn’t
bump into anyone. I felt around for the soap dispenser and washed my
hands. I knew where the paper towels were and felt around for the
dispenser. I wiped my hands and felt for the waste receptacle. I found
my way out where Beth was waiting.
“That was pretty easy. Getting around is becoming a little more
natural. I hear things and that really helps. I can almost see people
sometimes from the sound. Well I can’t see them, but I kind of visualize
where they are.”
“If you spend enough time being blind you will eventually be totally
comfortable and sort of forget what it is like to be able to see,” Beth
I wanted to get to that point. I knew I would enjoy being blind much
more if it was natural. I had spent so much time using my hooks that it
was now completely normal having them on. This was only my second day
without sight and I still had at least five more days unless I decided
to extend my time as a blind girl. Beth led me to the appropriate
department in a store where I could buy the ladies electric shaver. A
sales person came over.
“Can I help you,” she said.
“I would like to buy a cordless ladies electric shaver,” I said
before Beth said anything.
“Of course, let me show you what we have.”
I held on to Beth as the woman led us to the right place. At that
point I suspected the woman was not sure how to proceed. She knew I was
blind and couldn’t see the various models, but I was the one making the
“Can you describe them to me and let me feel them?” I said.
She proceeded to let me feel a number of models and described the
features. I felt how they worked with the charger and finally selected
the one I liked the feel of the best. I knew that eventually I would see
it, but for now I could only imagine what it looked like. I paid for the
shaver as I had paid for the skirt. I was proud that I was starting to
function without being able to see. I knew that I would not be able to
look forward to taking the patches off when I got home and being able to
see. I would go to bed blind and wake up blind for at least five more
The last stop we made was at a watch store. Beth suggested that I buy
a talking watch so I could tell the time. I had the most fun feeling and
listening to the watches. The salesman was very nice and patient with
After I got home Beth told me she would stop by the next day and
teach me the fundamentals of reading Braille. I got through the evening
listening to TV and playing with my new watch. I really loved it.
Finally it was time to change my patches and get ready for bed. As I
slipped into bed I felt my lovely feminine body and was more aware of my
breasts and vagina than when I could see them. Touch and sound were so
much more enhanced as the memory of vision was fading.
Paula becomes accustomed to her blindness and starts to look forward to
going to the pool with Kevin. What will that be like being blind? Find
out in the next chapter.