This is me: Wendy Christine Allen

These are my main characters: Quaraun & BoomFuzzy: Frost Lich embracing Moon Elf -- watercolour art by Wendy Christine Allen

But first off, let's answer the #1 question that gets asked: "Why is the url eelkat" if your name is not EelKat. I thought you WERE EelKat. Who is EelKat if it isn't you?"
No. I am not EelKat.

This is EelKat:

Miss Citten the Eel-Kat is the talking Faerie Cat who is the narrator of The Twighlight Manor segments of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer. She is the Empress of the Ptarmagin Kats of Planet Ptarmagin, and travels in her starship the VISION-D8, piloted by a silver skinned electric Eel MerMan named Etiole, known as Captain GoldenEagle, roaming the galaxy in search of rare Space Eels. Literally EelKat is her TITLE and not her name, as her name is Miss Citten.

The word Eel-Kat means "Cat who has pet Eels".

Miss Citten is the cat with pet eels, thus she is Miss Citten the Eel-Kat.

Important:

Fraudulent sites are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official website for Wendy Christine Allen is Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Fraudulent social media accounts, particularly on Reddit and FaceBook are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official social media accounts for Wendy Christine Allen are listed in the footer here at Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Any websites and accounts you find online that are NOT on this list are NOT Wendy Christine Allen

Also in recent weeks (November 2025 and December 2025), multiple people have contacted me asking variations of the question: "What ever happened to the bullying awareness website you run, I can't find it anywhere?"

Uhm...???... the what?

This website that you are reading right now is the ONLY website I've ever had.

I have NEVER had another website, bullying awareness or otherwise.

So, I have no clue what is this "bullying awareness" website is that you think I run, but, whatever it is, it ain't me.

I don't know if people are mixing me up with someone else, or if someone has made some sort of site and are pretending to be me, but, this site you are on right now, eelkat.com, was started in 1996 and it is the only website I've ever had. It has always been an author homepage, it as always been the archive for my short stories and novels, and it has never been anything else. 

It has been hosted on GeoCities, Angel Fire, TriPod, FreeWebs, and WordPress and other hosts over the decades, and originally it was:

geocities.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

later AngelFire.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and TriPod.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and FreeWebs.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

No matter what service hosted it is was ALWAYS TheSpaceDock13Network

In 2013 I bought the url eelkat.com (it was shorter and easier for people to remember then TheSpaceDock13Network.com) and it has had the eelkat.com url ever since.

SpaceDock13 is the name of the lighthouse the main character of my novels lives in. The site was called SpaceDock13 because it housed the stories about said main character. In fact, the site is STILL called Space Dock 13, that has never changed.

So, I don't know what this "bullying awareness" website it is that several people are looking for and thought was run by me, but, it wasn't my site and I don't know what it was.

Additionally:

If you are one of (as of December 2025, the now more than ten thousand) daily visitors, who arrive here daily in search of SEO advice, I made this page for you:

My response to the alarming spike in traffic to my "SEO" pages. aka I am getting Weird Spike In Google Traffic For SEO & Content Writing & Marketing keywords and search terms even though this is a Yaoi and Gay Romance website that has absolutely nothing to do with SEO or Content Writing or Content Marketing What the fuck?

An update to info about this woman imperonating me (added January 26, 2026)

If you were bedridden for 9 years, would your friends and family remember you when you returned to walking again?

Mine didn't, in fact they forgot me so hard that an impersonator took my place in their lives for 9 years. How does this happen?

 I had a wild experience today, and it has made me question: how fast do YOU forget people you know? Like details about them? I ask because, this was someone who knows me offline, face to face, local friend, who hasn't seen me in about a year, but knows me, and knows my car... specifically knows my cars... a 1992 Volvo, that is fully mural painted, with a giant pink jellyfish on the hood, a purple unicorn on one side, a blue merman and a seraphum angle on the other side, and a purple dragon on the back. Also, has a huge four foot long wheelchair carrier on the back, with my website url painted in yellow daisies. This is the same car that for over a decade had 2.5 million marbles glued to it.

I build art cars. I have NEVER not once in 50 years ever owned a car that was NOT an art car. Some of my cars are very, very, very, very famous *cough-TheRealChristineakaTheWorld'sMostHauntedCar-madefamousbyStephenKing-akaI'mtheREALGypsywitchfromThinner-cough*. My motorhome glows in the dark, yes, it's painted with blacklight neon pink and neon lime green metal flake bass boat paint.

I'm kind of a little bit famous, not only for my cars, but also for being one of the few authors on the planet to have sold over ten million copies of my books, most of which have pictures of my cars instead of pictures of me the author in the author bio, because my cars are more famous then I am.

I am also known for my cloths, and more recently my wheelchair, because I still wear the traditional garb of my people, we are Gypsies, and that means I wear what is often mistaken for Muslim/hyjabi because I wear head scarfs, long veils, long kaftan, long kimono-like robes, great kilts, and huge ruahna shawls, most of which are hand woven in bright colours and thick embroidery, sequins, and beadwork that would make Liberace proud.

I have never dressed "normal" (by American standards) and I've never had a normal car, and one of my cars is so famous it has 30million fans, and I've had to keep it in storage for over twenty years, because it's so famous I can't take it out without being mobbed by it's fans: THOUSANDS of them.

The Volvo is not quite as famous as the Dodge, but it's almost. And it too is to the point where, I can't even park it in my driveway because my driveway faces the main road, and I have to daily deal with dozens of tourists in my driveway taking pictures of themselves with my car if I leave it in the driveway. I have to park it on a side street around the back, so that it can not be seen from the main road.

And that, insaly famous car, is the car in question here. I've owned the Volvo since 2006, it is my daily driver, BUT, ever since buying it, it has ALWAYS had issues with cold weather. It is after all an antique car, nearly forty years old, that I am using as my daily driver. And so, because I actually care about keeping my cars running, and don't buy a new car every year like Americans do, that means I also, keep my car off the road, once deep winter arrives.

This year, deep winter arrived, mid December, and so two weeks before Christmas, as I have done every year since 2006, I packed up my car and put it in storage for the winter. I'll take it out of storage when winter shows signs of leaving, which given how it is going so far this year, means I likely will not be using my car until mid March or later.

So, this person, who knows me, and knows my car... had comments to say today about "my" car. The specifics of the comments are not important. What was important was "my" car was upsetting them a great deal and they informed me of this, as they had just seen “my” car minutes prior.

Needless to say this confused me greatly, because my car has been in a storage unit for a little over two months now and is still there.

I told them this. 

They were now equally as confused as I was.

Then they explained which car they were talking about.

It was just a plain, ordinary, normal, looks like the millions of other cars in America that look just like it average car.

That's not your car?

Nope.

Why would it be?

I'm KNOWN for a neon orange car, a glow in the dark green and pink blacklight car, and a muralled and rhinestone'd car... I'm known for a wardrobe that rivals Liberaces in both colour and rhinestones... more recently I'm also known for a neon yellow and orange, glow in the dark wheelchair, I'm known for book covers in the guadeiest shades of eye blinding pink and purple...

I'm legally blind since birth, I can not see shades of red, brown, grey, or black, I can only see neon shades of pink, orange, yellow, and teal blue... so EVERYTHING I do, my book covers, my clothes, my wheelchair, and my cars are always ONLY in those colours because I can't see other colours... why would you think, a car that was NOT neon pink, day glow orange, or glow in the dark lime green, was mine?

But the thing is... this is someone who knows me personally, offline, someone who I don't think is aware I'm famous (because most locals don't, I like my privacy), but, they ARE someone who in the summer when my car is not in storage sees my car almost every single day... so they KNOW the antique Volvo with the wild neon paint job that looks like it drove out of the 1960s, is my car. They also know I'm in a wheelchair and can't go out of the house without the wheelchair so can't go in ANYONE'S car unless their car is equipped with wheelchair transportability.

The car in question, not only a fairly newish aged car of common drab colour, also does not have a wheelchair carrier, so, that too should have been obvious.

But...

Here's the thing...

So, it turns out, because this person has not seen me in over a year, they forgot I was in a wheelchair and they forgot my car is a work of psychedelic art on wheels, and ... the car they were complaining about was parked in front of my apartment, you know, in a city that has 27k on street parked cars, so no body parked on the street is parked in front of their own house... so they just assumed it was my car.

But... back to the question at the start... 

When you are dealing with common, average, same old same old carbon copy cars that all look alike, or when you are dealing with Americans who own such cars.... I can understand how you forget them, because, they are arguably forgettable. Out of the factory they all look exactly the same to millions of other cars.

But, when you have a car like mine... how do you forget that? Or, when someone has been using a wheelchair for 13 years, over a decade now, how do you forget that?

I'm just left to wonder... obviously there is an issue of memory loss here... but... it seemed like an odd bit of memory exchange.

And it got me to thinking, that this is not the first time such as thing has happened (first time with this person), it actually has been happening quite a lot since 2021.

See, I became crippled in 2013 and was bedridden from 2013 to 2021... so, I vanished completely 100% from church, college, work, and online/social media/my blogs/etc. Gone without a trace, because I was paralyzed, severed spine, paralyzed arms and legs, and it took from 2013 to 2021 to relearn to use my fingers, hands, arms, and legs.... May 2021, I went outside for the first time in 9 years... that was when you started to see me doing my daily "walk around the block" using my wheelchair as a walker, pushing it and leaning on it for support, to try to relearn to walk. The first day it took me over 2 hours to reach the West Cutts Street stop signs, a distance of about 200 feet. Now in 2026 I am able to walk to the dirt road beside the tracks and back in about an hour and a half (a distance of about 750 yards).

In my daily walking i encounter a LOT of people who knew me BEFORE 2013, who are stunned, shocked, and upset to learn I was paralyzed and no one told them... worse... they usually think it must be recent, happened a few weeks ago.... why, because they tell me of a woman with a black car, sometimes they call it a Cadillac, other times a Lincoln, other times a Buick, but always a big fairy new black sedan... whom they THOUGHT was me, in fact, they stopped to talk with her... and one pointed out... "wait, I just remembered, you were born with low functioning Autism, like RainMan, you are almost mute, you can't talk right, she's talks fine; how did I mistake her for you? I never noticed she wasn't you until I just see you now!" 

Nearly a dozen different people have told me of this woman, they say she goes by "EelKat" even tells them to call her "EelKat". EelKat is the name of a fictional talking black cat from my novels. I am not EelKat, I have never called myself EelKat. But this woman, who has been impersonating me locally, had MULTIPLE DOZEN locals convinced she was me.

She also convinced people that I believed my WW2 veteran homeless friend to be an "amphibious alien" named Etiole. A homeless transman in his 90s, who was a prisoner of war during WW2, survived a concentration camp, and lives with massive PTSD, unable to be around people, and has horrible burns all over his body disfiguring him. He was a fighter piolet from France, back then still living as a cis-female. He is not an alien, his name is not Etiole, I've never called him an alien, I don't call him Etiole... and yet, this black haired woman has not only convinced dozens of locals, but spread the rumour so far and wide online,, that I found out about it in September 2023 when Coast To Coast AM Radio showed up in my driveway asking to interview me about being an alien abductee! I've never been abducted by aliens, my friend is not an alien, heck, I don't even believe in aliens or any of that other conspiracy theory junk!

My best friend is a World war Two fighter pilot, and you’ve all known that, I’ve been taken care of him since 1978! When that impersonator showed up calling him an alien, that should have been your first red flag that she WAS NOT ME!

And, these local people, since 2021, and my return both to the internet and going outside, after 9 years not online and 9 years bedridden... these local people are all telling me the same thing: "OMG! I thought she was you! I forgot you never wear pants! I forgot your always wear a head scarf! I forgot you wear glasses! (she does not) I forgot you build/drove art cars! I forgot..." It's an endless list of "I forgot this about you..."

And it's not just random locals..... it's my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, people I went to college with for 3 years, people I went to church with for forty years... these are people who knew me up close and personal, people I went to movies with, people I interacted with offline daily for years... 

• --they FORGOT I was mute and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and talking to them?

I’ve only recently just started learning how to talk because I had surgery on my jaw… turns out my jaw bone has been fused shut since infancy and jaw replacement surgery fixed my mutness… but five decades of no vocal chord use my voice is barely above a whisper and ‌always will be, plus I slur words really bad because five decades of writing notes to “speak” in person, means I have no practice with sounding out words, I only know how to write them… how did you not notice this woman SPOKE when I WRITE everything on a notepad for five decades because I was born mute!!!!

• --they FORGOT I was legally blind and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and seeing them and not wearing glasses?

Here's one...

• --they FORGOT I am not white, I am an INDIGENOUS race, a Native American & Persian Gypsy and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up SUDDENLY A WHITE PERSON?

--they FORGOT I was Kickapoo Native American, Persian Gypsy, and Mongolian/Asian mix race and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up WHITE? Yeah, I’m STILL got my flat Asian face, lidded Asian eyes, huge Native American nose and brown Native American skin, none of my skin colour, eye shape, or facial bone structure changed,... how did you mistake a white person for me? WTH?

HOW does that happen?

• Forget that she showed up gibbering madness about aliens… she wasn’t even the same RACE or SKIN COLOUR as me! And THAT didn’t tell you that she was not me?

HOW does that happen?

How do you forget I'm not white?

People see what they WANT to see... and I never realized how MUCH people see what they WANT to see instead of what is ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF THEM.

This woman, whom, I still don't know who she is, and apparently nighter does anyone she's been interacting with... IMPERSONATED ME OFFLINE... interacting with my friends, family, and relatives, for NINE YEARS... WITHOUT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM NOTICEING THAT SHE WAS NOT ME!

And I use to ask why no one ever visited me in the hospital or why no one visited me NOT EVEN ONCE the entire time I was quadriplegic... and now I know the reason is because someone who clearly knew how bad off I was, impersonated me, but they didn't even TRY... they drove around in a car nothing like anything I would own, they wore clothe I wouldn't be caught dead in, they ARE NOT BLIND, NOT MUTE, NOT IN A WHEELCHAIR, and they are WHITE... and no one noticed that I was suddenly miraculously no longer blind, no longer mute, no longer in a wheelchair, no longer brown skinned, no longer wearing dresses, no longer wearing head scarfs, suddenly talking about bizarre things I don't believe in like aliens... and not one of them, not even my relatives recognized that she was not me?

That's what I thought of today, when this person who knows me and my cars, but hasn't seen me in a year, and forgot, both that my car is a wild paint job antique Volvo and I'm in a wheelchair.

I think I am very surprised to realize that it's so easy for so many people to forget glaring details on such extremes.

Most people in my life, had no clue I was bedridden quadriplegics from 2013 to 2021, because, some one who is not even my race, and made zero attempt to look or sound like me, made no attempt to have any of my disabilities... pretended to be me that entire time, and no one noticed the change in race the no longer being blind the no longer being mute, the no longer being a Mormon, the no longer wearing tradition 14th century garb,, the no longer driving art cars... she simply TOLD THEM she was me, used nothing but my name, and was able to live here in Old Orchard and Biddeford, Maine for NINE YEARS passing herself off as me without NO ONE noticing?

• Do you realize how terrifying that is?

Do you know what that means?

That means someone can do the same thing to YOU, you who is right now reading this, someone can just take your life and pretend to be you, and they don't even have to look like you, act like you, dress like you, NOTHING, they only have to tell your friends and relatives they ARE you, and no one in your life will have paid enough attention to who you really are, so no one will notice they are not you.

And I KNOW it can happen to any one of you, because it happened to me, and I'm still flabbergasted by how MANY close friends and family members were so easily deceived by someone who didn't even make an effort to look or be like me at all.

I just don't get it.

Is the average person's memory really that bad?

Who is this woman and why is she doing this?

The FBI believes she is connected to the golf club woman who crippled me and murdered my son.

The FBI believes, the golf club woman THOUGHT she killed me, and when she found out I survived her violent attack, but was paralyzed, that she had one of her friends or family members pretend to be me, and do everything they possibly could, to gaslight everyone connected to me, into FORGETTING I was pregnant, FORGETTING that a backhoe drove over my house,

only a few days before the golf club woman murdered my son and crippled me

FORGETTING, everything I stood for, FORGETTING who I was and what I believed, and REPLACING it with a bunch of wild crazy bullshit about aliens, ufos, and gibberish nonsense.

The FBI also believes, this woman to be someone REALLY CLOSE to my parents... in fact, the FBI believes she is the daughter of one of my mother's brothers. According to the FBI, some of my female cousins look enough like me, that they could pass themselves off as me. The FBI think this to be WHY, people in MY FAMILY, including all 3 of my mother's sisters, and 6 of my mother's brothers, and more then 200 of my first cousin, ALL BELIEVED this woman to be me.

The FBI believes, that being a relative, one of my 400+ first cousins, the FBI believe with that many people in the family, it is easy to confuse faces.

According to the FBI, all she would have need was for ONE person, my mother my father, one of my siblings, some one from my church, my husband... the FBI says... it would only have taken someone like one of them, some who knew me really well, knew she wasn't me, but TOLD the rest of the relative that she WAS me... the FBI says, if one person who knew me well, DECLAIRED this woman to be me, the ENTIRE rest of the 400+ people my family, would simply believe without question, she was me. Any "Oh but I thought Wendy..." would quickly be shut down by that one person, by "Oh, you're remembering wrong, she here she is."

The FBI says some one very, very, VERY close to me, a parent, a sibling, a spouse, knows who the gold club woman is, knows who this impersonator woman is, and is working with both of them, to do everything in their power to erase all memory of the existence of my murdered 8 month old son.

and on that note:

If you encounter a page which asks for a password, no, you can not request access. There are over 2k pages of this website set to password access, due to the ongoing FBI investigation into my son's murder. If you are a police officer authorized access these pages but do not have the passwords, let me know, I will deliver the passwords to the specific pages you are allowed to access, to you via the Portland FBI office and you can pick them up from the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation.

Pages where you can find out more information on that:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Who is Tod Murphy and why does this woman arrive to yell the name Tod Murphey at me on the anniversary of my son's murder every year since 2021?

• Receiving death threats over a septic tank and a little brown log cabin, but I own neither a septic tank nor a little brown log cabin... what even are these thugs talking about?

Update: January 29, 2026: similar topic

wow, some people are saying there have been disruptions at some Iron Lung showings, very rude people ruining the experience for others. I really hope that dooesn't happen here.

I have been bedridden with a broken spine since 2013, quadriplegic the first few years, paraplegic the years later, today in 2026, I have movement in 2 fingers on my right hand, and near no use at all of my left hand; since 2021 I have been relearning to walk... in 2021 it took me 4 hours to walk 75 feet distance. Today in 2026 I can now walk (while pushing my wheelchair and using it for support) 750 feet in just an hour and a half (that the length of the average driveway by the way).

I was bedridden, paralyzed with no arm or leg movement for 9 years, have had only limited arm and leg movement since then, and not being able to go outside for over a decade, means I have not been to a movie in 13 years.

Though the theatre is only 15 minutes away, it will take us 2 hours to get me out of bed, in my wheelchair, out of my wheelchair, in the car, get the wheelchair folded and also in the car, drive the 15 minutes to the movie, get the chair back out of the car, get me in the chair, get in the theatre, get into the room, get me out of the wheelchair and into a theatre seat... that is a TWO HOUR process. And it's not easy for my boyfriend, who is 80 years old to do all this. Yes, we are elderly.

Being paralyzed since November 14, 2013 is WHY I started watching Mark, I've not missed a single video of his once since 2013. I was watching him BEFORE he even had 10k followers.

I say this, because I would really hate, to go through the amount of struggle and effort it takes to get out of bed in the first place, to get to the theatre, to see the first movie I have seen in over a decade, just to show up and have rude disrespectful people disrupting it and ruining any ability to enjoy the show.

Its very disheartening to hear that things like this are happening and really hope it doesn't happen to us when we go.

• Wondering where to find the 1970s and 1980s editions?
• How I sold ten million books, for those who want to do what I did.
• For info on where to find current editions of my books, scroll further down this page.
• What type of author are you?

• Alphabetical Index of all The Pink Necromancer Fiction here on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)(links to over three thousand stories)

Main character: Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Quaraun in his Moon Goddess outfit. He is the Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court, in addition to being married to the king. Information about Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, character history and backstory, information on what the series is about, can now be found here (It used to be on the home page, but I kept updating it and it got long enough I figured it should have it's own page.)

Primary character: King Gwallmaiic, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain, King of The UnSeelie Court, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley Quaraun's husband in his Faerie form (as King Gwallmaiic, the Faerie Chef) aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband in his Lich form (as BoomFuzzy the Lich Unicorn)

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Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:

• Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine

• Bone Dice

• BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma

• The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure

• Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds

• The Cliff-Side Temple

• Control or Protection?

• A Dark and Stormy Night

• Excited For The New Baby

• Fudge Puppies, Frostbite, and the Fierce King of Chaos

• Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas

• The Golden Dragon Keys

• Herons in the Dunes

• If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying

• Kiss Me Fuckin' Arse - Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City

• Lens and Light Maintenance

• Macaroni and Cheese: A Creamy Pasta Dish Drenched in Melted Cheese, Often Topped with Breadcrumbs- It's Never That Easy

• A Map Worth More Than Gold

• Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona

• Necromancy-A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer-Again

• Nightmare Nook

• Paddlewheel Maintenance

• The Phooka's Dragon School

• The Red Hakama

• Spirit-walk Slippers

• Springtime by the River

• Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks

• The Sweet and Sour of Lemons

• The Terror Bird

• 3 Perspectives on an Apple

• The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos

• Vendetta over Vittles

• A Very Important Clump of Grass

• Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City

• The Washer Woman & The Fae

• Weather Forecasting Stones

• You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife aka Quaraun's Near Death Experience (A NDE Fiction)

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On Being Legally Blind:

Another of the top 3 most asked questions people send me, is to ask what it is that I actually see. I am legally blind, yet I have a driver's license and drive a car... but I NEVER drive over 25MPH, because I am legally blind and I can not see far enough, clearly enough to even attempt to drive over 25mph.

And it confuses people the fact that people hear "legally blind" but automatically ASSUME (incorrectly) that "blind" means I see only blackness. Blind people seeing blackness is a myth created by HollyWood movies and does not actually exist in the real world and very few sighted people seem to be aware of this.

Over 70% of "fully blind" people have SOME vision, as the criteria to be "FULLY blind" is not being able to see past three inches.

The only blind people who see "blackness" like the movies show, are those who have damage to the eyes, or have no eyes at all... and EVEN THEN... people without eyes often DO NOT see "blackness" at all and instead see white with rainbow flashes of light, because it is actually your brain and not your eyes that cause colours vs blackness, to begin with, thus why people without eyes can see see colours.

Blindness is a lot more varied then sighted people are generally aware of and often blindness has more to do with the brain then the eyes. Which is why there are blind people whose eyes seemingly function normally and eye doctors say have nothing wrong with their eyes at all, aka, the eyes have no cause of that person's blindness, and their lack of sight is caused by something like a brain tumour or a blood clot, or some other issue not directly related to the eye.

And such is the case with my own blindness.

My eyes have damage to the rods and cones which causes SOME but not all of my vision issues. What this means is the rods and cones in my eyes are malformed, some too long, some too short, and this is a thing I was born with, that causes severe nearsightedness.

I am legally blind in my left eye and serverly vision impaired in my right eye. However BOTH eyes are able to pass Maine's eye test at the DMV. Go figure. I've been told that the eye test is different in every state and that Maine's requirements are far lower then in other states, so that probably factors in.

If you are seeking more details on what it is like to be legally blind, including images of how I see the world vs how others see the world, I made a page that goes into on being legally blind in more detail HERE.

I can never win at games like Dutch Blitz, because when you play Dutch Blitz you see this:

But when I play Dutch Blitz, I see this:

That is how the world looks to me.

If you are interesting in finding out more about life being blind and/or how to write blind characters in fiction, I have this page: Writing Blind Characters: I am legally blind and I write a legally blind character, this is how I do it...

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