“Are you a witch?”, ” Are you vitamin deficient?”. A few of the questions I’ve been asked, not only by a health professional but the ultimately curious. No, I say, but I do have mood rings for eyes. A week after I was born my eyes decided that I was gonna be different…They decided that the soul I hold is worth looking into. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and I believe that. I have a peace sign in my eye, it represents the peace I long for the world to see. I do believe that this genetic abnormality offers me a view that many might not be able to see. I have also been told that the light in my eyes makes other’s see light in things bigger than themselves. Whether this is because I am personally more aware or because I make other’s more aware, I am not sure. What I do know is, I have a spirit many haven’t come across before, and whether the uniqueness of my eyes or the uniqueness of my soul is to blame, I cannot be sure. What I do know. All that meet me, can never forget me.
I was born with congenital cataracts which caused me to have a lazy eye. I had a million surgeries, so it’s corrected but I was never really comfortable with my eyes. They were weird. I hid behind glasses for years. Something about your 30’s just makes you finally truly embrace your whole self. Now I let the freak flag fly.
I was born with Heterochomia. Left eye, light blue with dark blue/gray outer border. Right, green with a spot of brown & an outer gray/blue ring. As a kid, I was teased relentlessly. The worst being called the daughter of the devil. My Dad was wonderful at handling it. He simply told me that he was the devil & anyone who called me that in a negative way, would surely be punished & sent to hell. He instructed me to state, proudly, “why YESSSSSSS, I am his daughter!”I got so good of convincing my harassers of this that by high school, everyone was truly afraid to say anything to me!
As I got older, I loved having two different colored eyes. It’s a great conversation starter! And, people compliment me on them now, because they are unique.
I’m so glad to be able to connect with others who have the same condition. Thank you so much for starting the Heterochomia Project!
I will be 65 soon, and I never even heard of Heterochromia until very recently! I have Central Heterochromia, but never really questioned why my eyes are the way they are. I thought they might be considered hazel, but I didn’t really know, or even think about it much.
As a child, I was really insecure and I didn’t look people in the eyes. I was very sensitive and eyes are the mirror of the soul for me. I didn’t want the world to see me. Some new people around me, noticed months later that I had different eyes. And then I had to look at them, so they could see my eyes better. I always felt uncomfortable in that moments. After years of hiding myself behind a lot of invisible masks, someone said to me: “Your left eye is your mask, and your right eye is who you are.” And that is true. Now I dare to be different: I accept and love myself for who I am.
Apparently, I started the genetic line since both my parents have brown and hazel eyes, brother got brown eyes. Being born with one blue and one green eye is something I am quite used to, I often forget about it until people notice it. Little did I know that I would pass it onto my daughter as well who is now 19.
They always ask me if I see different colors with my eyes…
-Do you see blue with your eye and green with your other eye? And then I ask them if they see brown with both eyes…
As a kid, I always sat up straight, even when I was just a couple months old. I wanted to see everything, and with my very big eyes, of which one is of course incredibly strange, people would often stop to look at me. Some even thought I was a buddha! I have always loved my two-colored eye. I believe that somehow our eyes are connected to our soul – you can see passion, love, disinterest and anything else through someone’s eyes. As such, I have always felt very fond of having a two colored eye as it is something so special and unique (although all eyes are). Although I am planning on donating everything when I pass away, the thought of having to do so with my eyes does freak me out a little bit. When I was younger, people at elementary school used to ask me if I had colored in my eye or whether I was a witch. I can’t remember ever truly being bothered by it though. When I started dating my ex, I remember we were standing outside and he kept staring at my eye. Eventually, he asked me how it was possible that the tree was reflecting in my eye so much! Hahaha. Like these stories, I have a story about most people when they first come in contact with my eye. I like that! I think that I would be quite similar if I were born a boy, or a brunette, or tall, or anything, but I can’t imagine not having my heterochromia. I have become truly attached to it! Although perhaps a bit of an arrogant thought, I like to think that I have this eye because it has something to do with me, some role to play for me. Of course, it is special because I inherited it from my father, although he only has it very mildly. I really, really hope one day one of my children will have it as well! I am not usually very attached to my looks or physical attributes to such an extent, but my heterochromia for me is very important. It’s a part of me! As I am someone who likes to gaze into others eyes, and people have told me I have an intense gaze, my heterochromia fits that quite well I think. I hope other people connect my heterochromia to my soul as well, and that perhaps my eyes are something they will remember. My mom’s background on her iPad is a photo of my eye. I sometimes even get messages over Facebook from people who want a photo of my eye who I met once, or they have nicknames for me related to it! Finally, the movie iOrigins. It is definitely not necessarily a good movie, but it has always somehow been quite an important movie for me because of my heterochromia! I cannot wait to hear more of the mythologies and science surrounding heterochromia that will become apparent from “Heterochromia – Children of Hags” book, who knows what I will recognize as well!
Growing up I always had brown eyes. At school in my first year we did a colour chart for eyes, hair and took our height etc. to compare with when we left. When it came to the end of school my eyes were both green. From this, I worked as an engineer and a piece of metal pierced my eyeball so I had my intra-ocular lens changed. No apparent color change was noticeable but over the last 10 years the eye that wasn’t injured changed back to brown. Amazing yet frightening!