Anyone else lack proper binocular vision?

<pedant mode=on>The media and popular wisdom encourage a “legally blind” misconception - you’re only legally blind if your best corrected vision in the better eye is 20/200 or worse.</pedant>

I used to think my vision was so terrible and talk about being “legally blind” and how I “couldn’t read the big E” without my glasses. Then I started working in ophthalmology. Now I don’t complain. And I’ll admit, I do at least have binocular vision.

It’s your brain doing it. Check out the site and scroll down to “4 squares”. It’s either that or the insect from The Wrath of Kan. If that’s the case then it can be cured by beer. But then, all things can be cured by beer, even hangovers from beer.

mmmmm beer.

Hehe. That was cool (strangely, the one with the yellow background was stationary for me). That’s not quite what I’m describing. When I look at the 1x1 tile, it appears to have topography and not be a flat surface. The movement is towards and way from me, not across a flat plane.

But probably its a variation on the same thing.

My left eye is 20/20. My right eye (until a month ago) was 20/100 with astigatism and lazy eye. Just about everything I see I see out of my left eye because my brain basically gave up on my right.

I’m trying to improve the situation, I had LASIK in my right eye a month ago. After two weeks it improved from 20/100 to 20/60. We’re hoping for 20/30.

Yeah, that sounds sort of like what my son had done – I just simplify it nowadays, but those who know, like you, understand what actually happened.

So, are you able to track both eyes together? My son never really does, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. The only comment I’ve ever heard is people sometimes comment that, in formal portrait photos, he has this sort of “vacant” stare. It’s because his eyes aren’t fixed on the same point, I guess.

Kind of. My right eye still ‘wanders’ a bit, but it’s not terribly noticeable - it’s worst when I’m really tired, and sometimes it’s a little tricky for other people to tell where I’m looking.

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I first had surgery when I was about six months old. Apparently, there’s more research showing that often strabismus in infants will correct itself by the age of two or so. I know this is probably kind of delusional thinking, but I can’t help but wonder if they’d just left it alone if I would have had less of a problem with it. The first surgery apparently was fairly successful for a couple years, then my natural growth went ahead and basically totally undid it, and I had surgery again when I was six or seven. Which as I mentioned, was a wholly enjoyable experience.

My left eye has always been much, much worse than my right. I wore a patch as a child, but it didn’t do much good. The left eye kept getting worse, and the right eye eventually started catching up (currently the left is 20/850 and the right is 20/650). My sports career is a sad, sad tale of being hit in the stomach with tennis serves, having basketballs bounce off the top of my head, being hit in the eye with the badminton shuttlecock, never getting my bat within a mile of the softball, and, in my final humiliating defeat, being unable to hit a squash ball dropped from a standing position. If it’s on my right side, I’ve walked into it – walls, plants (for some reason I always walk into plants), big piles of construction dirt, scaffolding (almost broke my nose), and most memorably I came within an inch or two of walking into a mounted policeman’s horse. Although my vision is correctable to 20/15 with glasses, my theory is that my brain still thinks I can’t see anything on the left, and so inches me rightward, usually into the person walking next to me.

I once did a depth perception test involving manipulating blocks from a distance. I was supposed to make the blocks line up next to each other. When I told the doctor that they were in position, he asked if I was sure they were next to each other, and I told him they were. He had me walk over to see that they were more than a foot apart.