I have massively poor proprioception. The big fancy word simply means that I run into things. A lot. I can’t tell where my body is in relation to furniture, people, or random door frames.
At any given time, I am sporting two to five bruises, mostly on my legs. Before Bob put night lights in the bedroom, I managed to walk – at full speed – into the wall right next to the bathroom door. I thought I knew where I was, but nooooo. I rattled an expensive print in its frame (and left nose prints on it), and skillfully bruised both my chin and my forehead.
The night blindness would be enough on its own to cause me issues, but with the clumsy, it just gets slightly comic, if painful.
What the hell, bruises and wounded dignity heal.
Just don’t be surprised when I curse and start rubbing my shin.