Pattern dystrophy. It’s a strange name for an ocular condition, sounds more like a fashion accoutrement, but it’s real, and I have it.
I first learned about this rare disorder thirty years ago, while in my early forties. I noticed that edges of objects had become wavy, and letters of print were crooked, as if chunks of them were missing. I’d check it out by looking at the edge of a doorway or wall. Sure enough, there were tiny bites in the straight lines!
A disastrous diagnosis
My first diagnosis, which was given on a Friday (never a good idea), sent me spiralling.