Shattering stigmas: Students share disabilities but are far from disabled

“Society and TV and books tell people who are able-bodied to feel sorry for people with disabilities, that those people need to be pitied upon and they have horrible lives,” said Lauren, a sophomore in child, adult and family services. “I don’t see myself as broken. This is the way that I am.”

“I have a disability but I’m not disabled,” added Paige, a junior in animal science. “I can still do things. I can do most of what other people can do, I just have to do them a different way.”

Both Paige and Lauren have a lot in common. They’re both from small-town Iowa. They live in the same apartment. They each have their own dogs.

And they’re both blind.

“[People] expect that blind people can’t do things,” Lauren said. “They don’t realize we can do just about anything we want to.”

Horse high

Paige walks down a dark, dusty horse barn, with her guide dog, Charley, by her side and her friend, Brienna Ross, also a junior in animal science, close behind.

She takes a deep breath and inhales the scent of hay, manure and leather.

“I love the smell of horses. I wish they could make it a perfume,” she said.

She turns a corner and approaches Brienna’s buckskin Quarter Horse named Oliver. A smile immediately spreads across her face.

“I get a horse high every time I’m around them,” Paige said. “I get all excited and I’ll start talking really fast and I’ll have a good feeling inside me.”

Brienna hands Paige a brush and she begins to groom Oliver, slowly moving her hand in circular motions, taking brief pauses to run her fingers through his mane.

“I think he’s clean,” she said 10 minutes later.

Paige is eager to ride again. She hasn’t been on a horse since mid-August.

Paige mounts Oliver and they begin to walk in a circle. She smiles again, and it doesn’t leave until she dismounts half an hour later.

“It’s a whole different world with horses - they just get you,” she said. “When you get on a horse everything else just melts away.”

After she returns home, she puts her hands up to her face and breathes in.

“I can sniff my hands five hours later, and they still smell like horses.”

Absence of detail

Lauren is on a hunt for flowers on campus. She spots a colorful patch of mums near Morrill Hall.

She lifts her camera up to her eye. The shutter clicks. And clicks again.

“I think that one’s probably blurry,” she said. She readjusts, shoots several more frames and moves on to the next location.

“I’d say if one person shot something twice, I’d do it probably six times just to make sure I got something. I kind of just go out and hope for the best,” she said.

“I can see the objects but I can’t always tell if they’re in focus, or even just knowing how much I have in the frame sometimes gets a little hard.”

Lauren continues to walk around campus for another hour, capturing a total of 222 photos. She decides to call it a day and heads back to her apartment.

She quickly turns on her computer and imports her files. This is her favorite step in taking photos.

Unlike a sighted photographer, Lauren can’t immediately check the back of her camera to see the photos she’s taken. Instead, she has to wait to magnify them on her computer.

She deletes five photos that she took of the Campanile right off the bat. “Blurry, of course.”

She continues to leaf through the photos, pausing every few frames to comment on what she sees, and eventually stops at the photos of the flowers.

“With these, I actually didn’t know they had a yellow center until I zoomed in,” she said. “Oh! They even have little individual leaves.”

Lauren describes her vision as a lack of detail. She can identify an object in front of her and can distinguish the color and shape of it, but can’t see anything specific.

“I can see a tree, but I can’t see individual leaves or branches,” she said.

“A lot of people hear the word ‘blind’ and they just assume [that we see] nothing, but actually the vast majority [of people who are blind] see something,” Lauren said.