Annabell
As soon as we come home, Jacob is begging to create a crime scene. Doesn't he get it? I'm too tired to participate in his forensics game.
I'm heading towards my bedroom when Jacob stops me in my tracks. "Annabell, I have an idea for a crime scene," He says. Great, just what I want to do now. I know I wouldn't solve it correctly, and then he'd probably think blind people couldn't do anything, let alone forensics.
"Annabell, did you hear me? I have an idea for a crime scene."
"Jacob, I'm not in a good frame of mind to solve a crime scene," I say tiredly.
"How come?" Nothing happened after that lady told you it was safe to cross that street."
"I know, but that whole interaction totally wiped me out."
"But you've been blind all your life. You should be used to this."
What will it take for him to get it? Blindfolding him and sending him to an intersection? Maybe.
"Jacob," I sigh. "These interactions are incredibly stressful because of the ignorance some sighted people demonstrate. Please try and understand."
I doubt he will be able to understand this, but I'm hopeful some glimmer of understanding will break through that thick skull of his.
At that moment, the doorbell rings. Good, someone else to participate in his little forensics game. I answer the door and see it's Kevin. Even better. Maybe he will be able to help Jacob understand because, obviously, I'm not doing a good job.