My first pair of glasses were cat-eye and pink. Without glasses, the world is a bewildering blur of color and feathered edges; this has been my reality since age 6. Because I could only see detail up close, I held books inches from my face. Immersed, I could see nothing else and be nowhere else but inside the story. Years ago, I heard about EMDR and its role in healing trauma. Reading up close exaggerates the left-right movement of my eyes across the midline—like EMDR, like REM. So all these years, through reading, I’ve been quite literally healing myself.*
*My theory, not to be construed as medical advice.