Now when I think back to life before diagnosis. Certain things add up to me.
The picking objects up to ‘see’ what they are from a young age. My mum used to tell me off about it.
Wearing sunglasses as an adult when most people had taken theirs off, as my eyes felt more comfortable to me with them on.
I had a strange couple of mornings I about 10 years ago. I woke up and there was a light grey blob clouding my central vision. It was early morning, dawn. I stubbed my toe on the corner of the sofa, both days walking to the kitchen. I just thought I was still sleepy. For about 2 weeks after these episodes, When I looked onto a light coloured wall, I could see this faint blob in my central vision. It annoyed me more than anything and was only when i looked at the bathroom tiles or sometimes the wall in the room at night time. I mentioned it to the doctor the next time I went to see him, just as an ‘oh, by the way kind of remark\’. He said my brain would eventually block it out, which it did, and that I was probably on the computer a lot which I was, due to what I did to earn money.
A few years later, I was in pizza hut in York, insisting to my husband that I wanted some strawberries and cream. He said, ‘they don’t do it’. I kept saying ‘yes they do’ as I pointed to the next table. Then it was pointed out to me that I was looking at the salad bowl they had with cherry tomatoes and some white dressing! 😃. My husband, son and myself laughed it off, thought nothing else about it.
I posted a photograph on my Facebook page a relatively short time before diagnosis, laughing at myself because I was trying to get the smudge off my phone, it was picture on an app. I was trying to wipe away a tree! 😐 😃
All clues.

