NotUrsula
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My dad was a cabinetmaker. I often thought that being colourblind was helpful to him in terms of his work, because he could see patterns in wood grain that no one else around him could see. Of course, driving in unfamiliar places was a problem for him, because he could only read traffic lights by their positions -- if one was hung sideways or stacked in reverse order he often ended up running the light.
When I was in college I seriously dated a guy who had achromatopsia, which is the worst form of colourbllindness there is; those people really do pretty much see the world in shades of grey. He was a redhead, and he generally limited his wardrobe to white, brown and khaki. Boring, but he was able to avoid looking wildly mismatched that way.
When I was in college I seriously dated a guy who had achromatopsia, which is the worst form of colourbllindness there is; those people really do pretty much see the world in shades of grey. He was a redhead, and he generally limited his wardrobe to white, brown and khaki. Boring, but he was able to avoid looking wildly mismatched that way.