#enucleation

[atlanticghostcrab]

Peeko's Squeaky Clean Christmas

[abroscoe]

Hey, Tumblr. I'm a professional illustrator who just lost my left eye.

The Sixth Sun is a story about creation as resistance-  about how, even when the world feels beyond repair, the act of creating becomes an act of survival

As a disabled artist, I had to grieve the version of myself who could work endlessly, travel freely, and move through the world without thinking about access, limitations, or fragility.

And just when I thought I’d adapted, life demanded more. I tried to cope with the grief and make a new life with what I had, and with how things had changed. Then, after coping with the grief of my arthritis and my eye loss, I decided that the best time to work my ass off on a story I've been creating for years was now.

So, my partner, a sound engineer , got a bunch of professional voice actors together and we've been working hard at getting this project out there. I've been drawing whenever I can, despite the constant migraine from the glaucoma pain.

Out of my resilience came The Sixth Sun - my story set in Mexico City, where two musicians cross paths with the trickster god Huehuecóyotl and discover that the world’s ending might not be an ending at all. It’s my response to climate grief, disability, and global uncertainty: a story about survival through creativity, and the courage to imagine a future even when the world feels dark. The Sixth Sun is a story about hope, challenging doom, and asking ourselves what it means to keep going in a world that's uncertain.

Alongside this project, I’ve continued my work in children’s storytelling and environmental education. I collaborate with the Caribou Conservation Alliance, designing engaging visual materials that help communities understand caribou ecology, conservation, and land stewardship.

I live with one eye, but I see more clearly than ever. I know what I’m here to do , and even as I adapt, I’m never slowing down.

[declaweddisabledpurebred]

Mystery [Original Post]

Kitten (4 months) | Neutered Male | Domestic Shorthair

Mystery had an enucleation of the right eye.

Mystery would do best in a home with another friendly cat, perhaps one of his siblings which are also available for adoption.

Available In: Bayside, New York (United States) [Lucky Meows]

Originally posted on Petfinder on 01/08/26. Shared on Tumblr on 01/08/26.

Disclaimer: This post has been put together utilizing publicly available information. This blog does not have any affiliation with the adoption agency.

[bleachedblacksocks]

throwback to that time my geriatric cat kept meowing at and staring at a corner in my living room and we were panicking thinking she was developing dementia but it turned out there was a dried bean on the floor that she really wanted to play with.

there was also that time she vomited blood and we freaked out thinking she could have stomach cancer but it turned out she most likely managed to eat a chicken bone and it just cut her throat.

compare this to one of my other cats, who is 10 years younger than her, who had a freckle on his eye for ages and we just thought it was a cool mole until it spread and turned out to be cancer. (he had his eye removed and is perfectly fine and healthy now, don't worry)

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

One.

Eyes are like the windows to the mind.

Everything is dark under here.

My eyes hurt so much. So much that I can't even feel them.

My eyelids feel weird. I'm not sure how to describe it.

Something feels hollow.

My lungs hurt as I hack up, the dust already in my lungs. My back laying on something soft, but overwhelming.

It smells like earth in here, but just dry and forgotten about.

I need to get out.

I try getting up, but my spine lets out a pained protest, my head already hitting something hard. I lay back down, still coughing.

The coughing feels like someone's cutting up my throat.

My hand blindly reaches out in front of me, hitting what feels like wood. My fingers dig into the palm of my hand and hit above, dust spraying down on me once again.

I have to ignore it. I have to get out.

Something's trickling down my face, warm and unwelcoming. It thickly smells like iron.

No time. Air's too tight.

I get my hands above and try pushing up, more dust falling on me.

My hands are now slamming against it, over and over.

I need to get out.

Splinters are already digging into my skin, stabbing in.

I can't stop.

It's so hard to breathe.

Blood is beginning to trickle down my wrists and bruises are swelling up on my knuckles.

I need to see. I need to see. I need to see.

Where are my eyes?

[nux-morbid-art]

I currently work with animals. Lately, I've been thinking about how sometimes their little bodies go through an insane amount of trauma, but most of the time when they recover, theyre still sweet loving companions. I cant say i've had the same experience, but I envy that. It makes me love and admire the resiliency of the soul even more.

[roselvck]

[ An Eye For An Eye Makes Your Love Blind. ]

[ellisdee161]

Enucleation