“Having heterochromia, one brown eye and one blue eye, was not a problem for me. When most people notice they think it is cool. I have had stupid questions such as “did you know you have two different coloured eyes?” to which I usually answered “really? get me a mirror!”. I do recall some adults being fearful of me and after reading about how witches were persecuted for such things, I always felt that I would have been burnt at the stake for having my eyes, a heart shaped birthmark and an extra nipple.
I had some fun with it in school by asking my teachers to get out of class to deal with my “contact lens” so I could sneak off to the washroom for a quick smoke and one time I had several people in the bar looking for my “lost contact lens”.
I did have one boyfriend, who after several months of going out with him didn’t know the colour of my eyes, that relationship didn’t last long after that.
I have met a few other people with eyes like mine, including a black woman in the Caribbean. I went up to her and commented that she has eyes like mine but hers were more distinct. On another note, my Mother picked out a puppy, from a litter we had, before the pups had opened their eyes. When her chosen pup opened her eyes, they were like mine one brown and one blue, so my Mum had both a daughter and a dog with different coloured eyes.
My older brother hated going trick or treating with me on Halloween because, no matter our costumes or masks, people always knew who we were because of my eyes.
I have created many paintings with people and animals with two different coloured eyes, a “self-portrait” or homage to self at least. If I had to have both eyes of the same colour, I would choose blue, as most of my family has blue eyes. Apparently, there is a cousin in Scotland who also has eyes like mine and my cousin’s granddaughter has a sectoral bit of brown in on of her blue eyes. She calls her eyes rainbow coloured.
Last summer, while hanging out at the pool in our complex, a young thirteen-year-old boy was chatting with me. He asked my name then asked if I was the one who had two different coloured eyes, to which I said yes. He asked to see them then promptly declared me a mutant, possibly the highest form of compliment one could get from a thirteen-year-old boy!
You can see my eyes quite clearly in this recent photo and some my new glasses seem to show them off even better.