1) First of all, walking in a straight line was more challenging than expected. I could feel the rills through the soles of the shoes as much as textures can be felt through thick gloves. It was a rather scary experience to hear cars passing by and not being sure how far they were.
I thought that some marking which would signal that I can’t see could have been useful, so that bikers wouldn’t expect me to get off the biking path. I was no longer sure if the biking path was to the left or to the right of the street or on which side I was walking myself, for that matter. I was constantly concerned about bumping into people or that bikes would not know that I don’t see and expect me to move off the biking path.
For me it was a confusing and slightly frightening experience. One thing that I can imagine people with disabilities do themselves is to try to cling to every sound, feel of the environment and use their other senses for orientation.
There was a survival dimension to taking a few steps down the street. I was probably a fish on dry land, since I never before had to rely on the senses which I was now using in order to accomplish this task. Normally it would have been mostly seeing and to a lower dimension hearing which I would have relied on. Now it was mostly hearing and to a slight level feeling which I used in order to accomplish the same simple task of walking down a street.
2) I have tried completing the assignment in several scenarios.
Once it was at home in one of the rooms, but I realized that I was well too accustomed with every little corner and detail of the room and knew exactly how many steps it takes to navigate from one place to another. I don’t know if I was imaging it, but I could feel the proximity of objects. If moving very slowly, I could feel a small tingle in the fingers when I was approaching areas where I was expecting objects to be positioned. Later attempts made me reach the conclusion that it was the expectation of finding an object in that area rather than the actual presence of the object which would cause the tingle.
I tried one more time at work, in the relaxation room but gave up as I realized I was already accustomed to the setting of that room as well.
One last time I tried in a large public toilet. Then I realized that I was gripping to all details that I could remember from the few seconds when I had actually seen the room. I tried not to cling to the images that my brain had registered in those few seconds, but it felt like a survival instinct was kicking in at an unconscious level, trying to anticipate what was in every corner of the room and where the dangers might lie.
(by Elena Balan)