The first time I remember my malfunctioning eyes affecting my life was when I was younger than 5 years old. I was riding in my grandfather’s truck. We had reached a stop light, and my grandfather said we could go when the light turned green. I remember thinking “Green? That light is white.” This problem persisted all through K12 school, when a sea of classmates flashed colored pencils at me and asked, “What color is this?” I tried to explain that the issue isn’t interpreting a singular pencil of stark shade, but that it is distinguishing combinations like reds vs. greens that are close together, or greens vs. browns, or purples vs. pinks. This explanation often fell on deaf ears…