Colorblind Assistant, can you help me? (eyes-on)
1979: I might have had a crush on her, but that didn't change the fact that she was wrong. My classmate Stacy mocked me for coloring a clown's lips green instead of red. I asked our kindergarten teacher to please explain to my cute but misinformed friend that she was wrong.
"Actually, Jeffrey," she said, "Stacy's right. This is green."
Thus, in short order, I learned some things:
I was red-green color-blind. So was my maternal grandfather. I may as well throw crayons away if the wrappers come off, since reading the name was the only way I could be sure what color I had.The thing of it is, I see colors, just not always the right ones.
The main drawback of this for me (aside from never being able to work on a bomb squad, at least not more than once) is that with all the confusion I had with colors, it was hard to, you know, learn the right names for the right colors. True story: last week, I had to Google "chartreuse" when my son asked me what color it was. … Read more