Do you know someone who is color blind? My father and my son are color blind, and it makes for some interesting situations. The way I understand it is men are more likely to be color blind than women, and mother’s typically pass it along to their sons, but not their daughters.
My dad and his three brother’s were all color blind, his two sisters were not. One of his sister’s (my aunt) passed it along to her two sons. The other sister had only daughters, and neither one is color blind. I passed it down to my son (who vehemently denied that he was color blind until he was about 10 years old). He had done the test for color blindness (Ishihara Color Test) at the doctor’s office, but of course the doctors were wrong.
People who are color blind (in my experience), do not like to admit it to anyone! My father was a classic case. We knew he was color blind, he knew he was, but he wouldn’t tell anyone else. Bless his heart, my mother would try to tell him when his clothes weren’t matching, but he insisted that they matched perfectly!
The stolen van
Back in the 80’s, he was working in Los Angeles for a few months. He had a Chevy van, and one night it was stolen. He reported it to the police, describing it as a brown Chevy van. A few days later, the police called and said, “Sir, we found a van that matches the description of yours, but it is Green”. It was then and only then that my dad admitted that his van might be green. Sure enough, it was his van. It was trashed unfortunately, so he never got it back. Luckily the next van he bought was white.
The green cat
About six years ago, mom and dad were sitting at their kitchen table which looked out on the backyard. He was staring out the window and said to my mom, “I never realized how much Samantha matches the grass!”. Samantha was their orange cat. Yeah. Mom and I didn’t know if the grass looked orange to him, or if the cat looked green. We just smiled and nodded.
When we would play family games, we often forgot about him being color blind. Any game that had colored pieces was a challenge for him. Home improvement was always fun as well. I remembered we argued over the color that the roof should be. He had picked something that did not match the rest of the house at all. Finally he gave in and let mom choose.
In his later years, dad would laugh about being color blind – laugh hysterically actually, when he knew he had screwed something up, or when he was just screwing with us!
Do you know anyone that is color blind? Do you have any interesting experiences with it?