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Hello! I wanted to ask about a character I’m thinking of and if this portrayal is ok?

He’s a blind witch, born blind in one eye so his depth perception is pretty off. He doesn’t tend to focus on having only a single seeing eye though and focuses much more on how he and his friends absolutely suck at magic as a whole. His story revolves around him learning magic and proving that he’s stronger than what bullies give him credit for but I’m unsure of how this is because the bullies in question DO bully him for being half blind (is that the term? I’m sorry if it isn’t!) and his struggles aren’t necessarily with blindness as much as they are with being horrible at something almost everyone is good at.

Describing Blindness and Monocular Vision, the Spectrum of Blindness, Bullying, and Character Arcs for Blind Characters

[Contains discussions of ableism and bullying]

What is his level of vision in his sighted eye? Technically, blindness is measured with someone’s “best” eye with best correction. Best eye in quotes, of course. Someone with monocular vision is considered disabled, but not necessarily always blind. Therefore, if you want him be blind, he would be blind in both eyes. Because blindness is a spectrum, he can have different levels of vision in his sighted eye, such as blind spots, only central vision, etc.

You asked if ‘half-blind’ was a term. It isn’t necessarily a term and using it can cause confusion about blindness. In the case of your character, it may also imply that his blindness is because of his totally blind eye rather than both eyes. Total blindness is not the only form of blindness. Blindness is a spectrum. So ‘half blind’ could be a confusing term to readers trying to understand blindness. If this is confusing, perhaps this video explaining the spectrum of blindness might help. In it, the user draws a line with fully sighted on one end, followed by visually impaired, severely sight impaired, registered or legally blind, and with fully blind at the end. This spectrum is not a perfect explanation, however, as some people with monocular vision may identify as partially sighted. Some people with light perception may still identify as totally or fully blind, even though that is not technically the case. Some people who qualify as legally or registered blind may still say they are visually impaired, while some say registered or legally blind. Some say simply, “Blind.”

It is true that people with different levels of vision in their eyes often struggle to articulate their experience. This includes me. Your character might say ‘partially sighted’ or explain that he has some remaining vision in one eye. Many people describe it as “totally blind in one eye and something else in the other”. Obviously replacing ‘something else’ with a better description for their vision.

Of course, he can also simply be blind in one eye. He can identify as disabled, visually impaired, etc. Being blind in one eye and not qualifying as blind in the other can probably be a confusing experience, especially when it comes to identity and needs. It is a unique experience. Sometimes the character, such as on lists of blind characters, may be included due to blindness in one eye. Sometimes he may not. I hope this shows some of the inconsistency that comes with this experience as well. The character may also experience unique problems, such as anxiety about protecting one side.

There is a lot you could do with depth perception issues as well. This means judging distance is difficult. Things like steps, stairs, and breaks in the ground are also difficult to navigate. I rarely find good depictions of how a lack of depth perception influences a character’s life. It would be nice to read a story where that is portrayed in more detail.

Part of me wants to suggest the bullies not bully him because of blindness and part of me doesn’t because too many people believe it doesn’t happen. Watching episodes about blind folks in Avatar the Last Airbender and Star Trek doesn’t stop kids and even adults from bullying others. Sometimes the nature of ableism comes out as bullying, regardless of intention or level of knowledge about blindness. Sometimes ableism is perceived as bullying because disabled kids aren’t always directly taught about ableism until they’re older.

Instead, I will suggest being careful with how you portray it. Consider things that aren’t as commonly portrayed, from subtle social exclusion, to talking behind someone’s back. From thinking mobility tools are “weird”, to not taking what blind people say seriously. Notice that these actions can taken by friends, too, meaning discrimination in real life is not only limited to bullies.

However, it doesn’t always happen. Sometimes it can be refreshing to see characters not be bullied at all or simply be bullied only because the bullies don’t like them, as opposed to because of blindness. Perhaps they bully him because he isn’t as good at magic and they wish to feel superior. Maybe they also struggle in some areas and want to deflect attention away from themselves. Maybe the bullies bully him, but they know enough not to bring blindness into it. Maybe there is another blind character who they don’t bully. Or perhaps he doesn’t get bullied or experience ableism at all, since this is a fictional world. There are many options. I think you can figure out how to portray this in a way that allows your character to struggle and triumph in the end.

I don’t have a clear answer on the bullying situation. Depending on how it is written, you may not have enough knowledge to be able to portray ableist bullying in a realistic and nuanced way. Additionally, it may be difficult for blind readers to read because sometimes stories like this focus on trauma for the entertainment and inspiration of readers who aren’t blind; that is an important aspect as well. This is where I run into one of the difficulties of writing this blog. I can only provide different points of view or things to consider. I can’t, as one blind person, give anyone permission to write a subject or tell them no. Sometimes the answer is that it depends on the writing itself, which is where sensitivity reading becomes more relevant. You could even simply redirect the bullying to other areas of his life or have him deal with casual ableism or nothing at all. Reactions to your work will depend on the care with which it is written.

Sometimes we need to see characters going through things many blind people go through and sometimes we want a little more escapism. I think there is room for these stories and even combinations. For example, Toph’s storyline included ableism from parents and some bullying from peers, but these were not present through the entire show. She had other problems and other goals.

But you weren’t here to ask about bullying. So far I think this sounds great if you can contemplate more about his blindness. I like the arc about improving in magic. As long as he is able to have his accommodation needs met, I would be happy to read about an arc like that. Not having accommodations while performing poorly at magic would be a difficult story to read.

I like arcs that aren’t entirely focused on being blind. It is nice to explore other types of stories than the ones we typically get, without erasing the character’s blindness. I think what you describe so far provides a good balance.

I hope this helps. If you have more questions, contact me.

I’ll add any opinions from notes or messages here when or if I receive them.

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"I didn't break," she said quietly. His heart cracked at the words. "I didn't tell them anything."

She didn't say it for praise, to boast. But rather to tell him, her consort, of where they stood in this war. What their enemies might know.

"I knew you wouldn't," he managed to say.

"She ... she tried to convince me that this was the bad dream. When Cairn was done with me, or during it, I don't know, she'd try to worm her way into my mind." She glanced around the cave, as if she could see the world beyond it. "She spun fantasies that felt so real..." She bobbed under the surface. Perhaps she'd needed the cooling water of the lake to be able to hear her own voice again; perhaps she needed the distance between them so she could speak these words. She emerged, slicking back her hair with a hand. "They felt like this."

Half of him didn't want to know, but he asked, "What sort of illusions?"

A long pause. "It doesn't matter now."

Too soon to push—if ever.

Then she asked softly, "How long?"

It took the entirety of his three centuries of training to keep the devastation, the agony for her, from his face. "Two months, three days, and seven hours."

Her mouth tightened, either at the length of time, or the fact that he'd counted every single one of those hours apart.

She ran her fingers through her hair, its strands floating around her in the water. Still too long for two months to have passed. "They healed me after each ... session. So that I stopped knowing what had been done and what was in my mind and where the truth lay." Erase her scars, and Maeve stood a better chance at convincing her none of this was real. "But the healers couldn't remember how long my hair was, or Maeve wanted to confuse me further, so they grew it out." Her eyes darkened at the memory of why, perhaps, they had needed to regrow her hair in the first place.

"Do you want me to cut it back to the length it was when I last saw you?" His words were near-guttural.

"No." Ripples shivered around her. "I want it so I can remember."

What had been done to her, what she'd survived and what she had protected.

Even if the woman treading water before him didn't seem to have vengeance on her mind. Not so much as a hint of the burning rage that fueled her.

He didn't blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all.

But he'd work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.

Aelin dunked her head, and when she emerged, she said, "Maeve was about to put a Valg collar around my neck. She left to retrieve it." The scent of her lingering fear drifted toward him, and Rowan lurched a step closer to the water's edge. "It's why I—why I got away. She had me moved to the army camp for safekeeping, and I ..." Her voice stalled, yet she met his stare. Let him read the words she could not say, in that silent way they'd always been able to communicate. Escape wasn't my intention.

"No, Fireheart," he breathed, shaking his head, horror creeping over him. "There ... there was no collar."

She blinked, head angling. "That was a dream, too?"

His heart cracked as he struggled for the words. Made himself voice them. "No—it was real. Or Maeve thought it was. But the collars, the Valg presence ... It was a lie that we crafted. To draw Maeve out, hopefully away from you and Doranelle."

Only the faint lapping of water sounded. "There was no collar?"

Rowan lowered himself to his knees and shook his head. "I—Aelin, if I'd known what she'd do with the knowledge, what you'd decide to do-"

He might have lost her. Not from Maeve or the gods or the Lock, but from his own damned choices. The lie he'd spun.

Aelin drifted beneath the surface again. So deep that when the flare happened, it was little more than a flutter. The light burst from her, rippling across the lake, illumining the stones, the slick ceiling above. A silent eruption. His breathing turned ragged. But she swam toward the surface again, light streaming off her body like tendrils of clouds. It had nearly vanished when she emerged.

"I'm sorry," he managed to say. Again, that angle of the head. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He did, though. He'd added to her terror, her desperation. He'd— "If you had not planted that lie for Maeve, if she had not told me, I don't think we'd be here right now," she said.

He tried to rein in the twisting in his gut, the urge to reach for her, to beg for her forgiveness. Tried and tried.

She only asked, "What of the others?" She didn't know-couldn't know how and why and where they'd all parted ways. So Rowan told her, as succinctly and calmly as he could.

When he finished, Aelin was quiet for long minutes.

She stared out into the blackness, the rippling of her treading water the only sound. Her body had nearly lost that freshly forged glow.

Then she pivoted back toward him. "Maeve said you and the others were in the North. That you'd been spotted by her spies there. Did you plant that deception for her, too?"

He shook his head. "Lysandra has been thorough, it seems."

Aelin's throat bobbed. "I believed her." It sounded like a confession, somehow.

So Rowan found himself saying, "I told you once that even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you." He gave her a slash of a smile. "Did you really believe this would stop me?'

She pursed her mouth, and at last, those agonizing emotions began to surface in her eyes. "You were supposed to save Terrasen."

"Considering that the sun shines, I'd say Erawan hasn't won yet. So we'll save it together."

He didn't let himself think of the final cost of destroying Erawan. And Aelin seemed in no hurry to discuss it, either, as she said, "You should have gone to Terrasen. It needs you."

"I need you more." He didn't balk from the stark honesty roughening his voice. "And Terrasen will need you, too. Not Lysandra masquerading as you, but you."

A shallow nod. "Maeve raised her army. I doubt it was only to guard me while she was away."

He'd put the thought aside, to consider later. "It might just be to shore up her defenses, should Erawan win across the sea."

"Do you truly think that's what she plans to do with it?"

"No," he admitted. "I don't."

And if Maeve meant to bring that army to Terrasen, to either unite with Erawan or simply be another force battering their kingdom, to strike when they were weakest, they had to hurry. Had to get back. Immediately. His mate's eyes shone with the same understanding and dread.

Aelin's throat bobbed as she whispered, "I'm so tired, Rowan."

His heart strained again. "I know, Fireheart."

He opened his mouth to say more, to coax her onto land so he might at least hold her if words couldn't ease her burden, but that's when he saw it.

A boat, ancient and every inch of it carved, drifted out of the gloom.

"Get back to shore." The boat wasn't drifting—it was being tugged. He could just barely make out two dark forms slithering beneath the surface.

Aelin didn't hesitate, yet her strokes remained steady as she swam for him. She didn’t balk at the hand he extended, and he wrapped his cloak around her while the boat ambled past.

But Aelin turned toward them, hair dripping onto the stone at her bare feet. Half a thought from her could have had her dry, yet she made no move to do so. "We're being hunted."

"We know that," Lorcan shot back, and were it not for the fact that Aelin was currently allowing him to rest a hand upon her shoulder, Rowan would have thrown the male into the lake.

But Aelin's features didn't shift from that graveness, that unruffled calm. "The only way to the sea is through these caves." It was an outrageous claim.

"And I suppose they told you that?" Lorcan's face was hard as granite.

"Watch it," Rowan snarled. Fenrys indeed bared his teeth at the dark-haired warrior, fur bristling. But Aelin said simply, "Yes." Her chin didn't dip an inch. "The land above is crawling with soldiers and spies. Going beneath them is the only way."

Elide stepped forward. "I will go." She cut a cold glance toward Lorcan. "You can take your chances above, if you're so disbelieving." Lorcan's jaw tightened, and a small part of Rowan relished seeing the delicate Lady of Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior with a few words. "Considering the potential pitfalls of the situation is wise."

"We don't have time to consider," Rowan cut in before Elide could voice the retort on her tongue. "We need to keep moving. Gavriel stalked forward to study the moored boat and what seemed to be bundles of supplies on its sturdy planks. "How will we navigate our way, though?"

"We'll be escorted," Aelin answered.

"And if they abandon us?" Lorcan challenged. Aelin leveled unfazed eyes upon him.

"Then you'll have to find a way out, I suppose." A hint-just a spark-of temper belied those calm words. There was nothing else to debate after that.

And they had little to pack. The others gave Aelin privacy to dress by the fire while they inspected the boat, and when his mate emerged again, clad in boots, pants, and various layers beneath her gray surcoat, the sight of her in clothes from Mistward was enough to make his gut clench.

No longer a naked, escaped captive. Yet none of that wickedness, that joy and unchecked wildness illuminated her face.

The rest of their party waited on the boat, seated on the benches built into its high-lipped sides. Fenrys and Elide both sat as seemingly far from Lorcan as they could get, Gavriel a golden, long-suffering buffer between them.

Rowan lingered at the shore's edge, a hand extended for Aelin while she approached. Each of her steps seemed considered—as if she still marveled at being able to move freely. As if still adjusting to her legs without the burden of chains.

"Why?" Lorcan mused aloud, more to himself. "Why go to these lengths for us?"

He got his answer—they all did—a heartbeat later. Aelin halted a few feet away from the boat and Rowan's outstretched hand. She turned back toward the cave itself. The Little Folk peeked from those birch branches, from the rocks, from behind stalagmites. Slowly, deeply, Aelin bowed to them. Rowan could have sworn all those tiny heads lowered in answer.

A pair of bony grayish hands rose above a nearby rock, something glittering held between them, and set the object on the stone.

Rowan went still. A crown of silver and pearl and diamond gleamed there, fashioned into upswept swan's wings

"The Crown of Mab," Gavriel breathed. But Fenrys looked away, toward the looming dark, his tail curling around him.

Aelin staggered a step closer to the crown. "It—it fell into the river."

Rowan didn't want to know how she'd encountered it, why she'd seen it fall into a river. Maeve had kept her sisters' two crowns under constant guard, only bringing them out to be displayed in her throne room on state occasions. In memory of her siblings, she'd intoned. Rowan had sometimes wondered if it was a reminder that she had outlasted them, had kept the throne for herself in the end.

The grayish hand slipped over the rock's edge again and nudged the crown in silent gesture. Take it.

"You want to know why?" Gavriel softly asked Lorcan as Aelin strode for the rock. Nothing but solemn reverence on her face. "Because she is not only Brannon's Heir, but Mab's, too."

A throwback to her great-great-grandmother, Maeve had taunted her. Who had inherited her strength, her immortal lifespan.

Aelin's fingers closed around the crown, lifting it gently. It sparkled like living moonlight between her hands.

My sister Mab's line ran true, Elide claimed Maeve had said on the beach. In every way, it seemed.

But Aelin made no move to don the crown while she approached him once more, her gait steadier this time. Trying not to dwell on the unbearable smoothness of her hand as it wrapped around his, Rowan helped her aboard, then climbed in himself before freeing the ropes tethering them to the shore.

Gavriel went on, awe in every word, "And that makes her their queen, too."

Aelin met Gavriel's gaze, the crown near-glowing in her hands. "Yes," was all she said as the boat sailed into the darkness.

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