A reader writes:
I’m a very fat (deathfat!) woman who lives in the UK. A couple of weeks ago I had an eye test at a well-known high street opticians. Now I’ve been going there for the best part of a decade now, and never had any problems. Their eye test rooms are actually downstairs, but each they make an appointment they ask you if you’re okay with stairs, and if not there’s an upstairs room that you can use.
But this time I got a really horrible optometrist. The first thing they do is ask you about your general eye health. “Do you have any diabetes in the family?” he asked. “No,” I replied. He moved on to other questions. Then he said, “Are you sure there’s no diabetes in the family?”
Because I’m fat, yeah? So obviously diabetes runs rampant throughout my family, and obviously I’m going to lie about it?
The next thing they do is to look right in your eyes by making you lean against something and shining a bright light in your eyes while you look right and left. Before I’ve never had a problem with this. But this time the optometrist pushed the moveable table with the leany thing (I’m sorry I don’t know the technical terms) right into my stomach. When it didn’t go back far enough, he pushed even more. He was forcing it right onto my flesh, and really hurting me.
I tried to sit up more so that it wasn’t hurting so much, but I couldn’t as I was trapped. Thankfully it didn’t last too long, but it was still an unnecessary part of the examination, and it stripped my dignity. I didn’t speak out, but I should have.