Sometimes it just sucks

I am currently in Brighton. I recently got a job in the area, so I’m on a frantic hunt for somewhere to live. I am also very stressed. Not because of the house move, although that isn’t helping. I’m stressed because navigating Brighton makes me want to cry.

I am trying to remind myself that I have been here for all of three hours. That being blind in a new space is rarely a wonderful, stress free experience. But my god am I overstimulated already.

The streets are busy and people keep putting their hands on me. The layout of the hotel I’m staying in has completely thrown me. It is a lot, all of it. I am dealing with the situation spectacularly badly, and I haven’t even started house viewings and dealing with estate agents and their potential views on blind people.

Most of the time, I’m happy to be blind. But there are times when I feel like I am staring into the void, screaming “being blind fucking sucks!” Right now is apparently one of those times.