I came the next afternoon for my first session of three that week. I was the only adult from the waiting room called in for therapy. All the others were parents waiting for their kids. Most of the images and figures I was given to fuse were childish clown images.
I started the 33rd year of my life amongst kids, rewiring my brain to see anew. My renaissance commenced, the vision therapy was like going to the science museum and playing with the funny mirrors. It was not at all as emotionally painful as I had expected.