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Wednesday, June 10, 2020

The Journey Continues . . . White Cane Training

cj Sez:  Lyrical Pens is pleased to present part 2** of author Barbara Hinske’s writing journey and hands-on research for her latest novel, GUIDING EMILY—slated for launch June 12.

  The topic today is Barbara’s awesome and scary experience with white cane training.  Welcome back, Barbara.

“What would you do if you lost your eyesight? This is a very real question for more than fifty thousand Americans each year. One thing you’d need to learn is how to use a white cane.

   As part of my research for my new novel, Guiding Emily, I took white cane training. Spencer Churchill, an orientation and mobility instructor at The Foundation for Blind Children, fitted my cane and provided me with a pair of goggles that had been blacked out, leaving only a pinhole of vision in the center of the left eye. These glasses replicated the usable vision of many blind people, he told me. I was able to discern light and dark and had clear vision in that tiny circle.

   This wasn’t too bad, I thought. I could move my head around and find my way. Spencer later told me that many blind people try to cope with their restricted vision this way. As I soon found out, it doesn’t work. Swinging my head as rapidly as needed to walk fluently was ineffective and left me dizzy and headachy.

   Spencer had me put my left hand on his right elbow. We stepped out of his office and took one spin up and down the hall, with Spencer acting as my sighted guide. I knew there were no obstacles in my path, and I was being led by an instructor who wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I could always pull off the goggles, too. Still, the experience was unnerving. I took deep breaths to settle myself.

   Next, Spencer instructed me on the back and forth sweeping motion of the cane. The tip of the cane sweeps to the spot where the foot will go. I got the hang of it. The tip of the cane is also used to explore doorways and changes in elevation, like steps and curbs. We tried that, too.

   I learned that many blind people compensate for their lost vision by counting steps from object to object within their own homes. That method of coping takes a person no farther than their own front door. He showed me how to locate a landmark (the huge copy machine) and remember destinations from there (three doorways to his office, two to the ladies room). I was still trying to cheat and use my pinhole of usable vision. I became hyper aware of my body in space. It felt like the air was pushing in on my shoulders.

   We then went outside to the quiet sidewalk that ran along the building. The busy main road was nowhere near us. I walked up and back with my cane, Spencer showing me how to recognize and navigate curbs. We explored the truncated domes in the concrete that signal an entrance to a street. He was at my side the entire time and I knew, intellectually, that I was completely safe. Sweat soaked my collar on this cool spring day. I was panic stricken.

   Proficiency in the use of a white cane is essential for people who are blind. I had enough of an introduction to it to believe that it is doable and to appreciate how much courage and practice it takes to master this skill.

   The Foundation for Blind Children provided me with invaluable support in my research. I interviewed many of the staff members and clients. I will never forget the newly blind adults who shared their mental and emotional journeys in the process of regaining their independence.

When people talk of courage, I think of them.

To Spencer and all of the other instructors and counselors who work with the visually impaired to restore their independence:
   You improve lives in immeasurable ways.
   You have my unending admiration and respect.

Join the movement to improve lives: learn more about Guiding Emily

Barbara Hinske recently left the practice of law to pursue her career as a full-time novelist. The idea for Guiding Emily was conceived during a tour of The Foundation for Blind Children. She was inspired and moved by their mission and is donating half of her proceeds from the book to the Foundation. She is the author of the bestselling Rosemont series and the murder mysteries in her ‘Who’s There?!’ collection. Her novella The Christmas Club was made into a 2019 Hallmark Channel Christmas movie.

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cj Sez: Be sure to stop by Lyrical Pens on Friday, June 12, for Part 3 of Barbara’s journey: Graduation Day.

(** cj Sez: I love alliteration.)


cj Sez: That’s it for today’s post. You-all guys keep on keeping on, and I’ll try to do the same. 

(Sending up prayers for your health and safety.)

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  1. I'm very impressed at the white cane training research! Thanks for the posting. Stay safe, both of you.

  2. cj Sez: Thanks for stopping by, Kaye. Hope you are doing well.


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