For quite some time, I thought my husband was just difficult, intermittently. Yesterday, I was driving him to a business in the next town over. He had been there before and I hadn't. Remembering that I am neurotic, I get a little anxious when I don't know exactly where I am going. Remembering that I live in Montana (which is code for The Wild West), we went from being on a modern paved road to a scary dirt/rock road in the matter of a turn. I asked him where it was and he said "It's the green building." And so I looked around, passed a few buildings, and kept driving down the rocky road at which point I asked "Which green building?!" because there were no more buildings.
"The one BACK THERE!"
It was then that I remembered that my husband is colorblind.
I didn't find out my husband was colorblind until we had been married for 10 years. He didn't know he was colorblind either, in fact. We were out together and he needed to make a call on the cell phone. He is not great with technologies, and so I was coaching him through it. "Just press the green button once and choose the number you need to call, and then press the green button again." And then, suddenly, he was greatly annoyed with me. "THERE IS NO GREEN BUTTON!"
"Uh, yes there is... it is opposite of the red button."
"THERE IS NO RED BUTTON!!!"
"Wha? Here! It's right here."
"That's green?"
I've learned many interesting things about color blindness. For example, he can see traffic light colors just fine but he cannot see light colors on a phone. He can't see that he has red hair in a mirror but can see it in photographs. And of course, he thinks that tan and gray buildings are green, which they totally aren't.
In case you happen to be colorblind, the words in the bubble are the title of this image.
