Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: okay, totally not today... or this year... it was 5 years ago... but 5yaifu doesn't have the same ring to it.

my parent divorced when i was eight and long since remarried. my father married a woman with two children. a daughter several years younger than myself, with a father still very much in her life, and a son who was actually older than myself but severely handicapped both mentally and physically. his father was no where to be found, so my dad, being the kind man he is, took him in as his own son, and i gained another brother.

years past and my new brother began to participate in the special olympics. he loved the swimming events. it was something that got him out of his wheelchair and gave him more mobility and freedom. i was there as often as i could to support him in his activities... which in part is where the fuck up begins.

as i mentioned, it was about 5 years ago, i was at one of his special olympics events and enjoying the warm sun and activity, cheering on my brother. at the end of his swim, my dad asked me to run over to our stuff and grab his towel so he could dry off. looking to hurry so they could begin the next event, i jogged over to our stuff. i turned my head for just a moment to look at my brother and when i looked back, i was greeted by a large, plastic fold up chair, directly into my eye.

i was immediately knocked off my feet and onto the floor. there was an intense pain in my face and i noticed a few drops of blood on the ground. it was my blood... from my eye... my first instinct was panic. my eye had never bled before. maybe it was missing for all i knew. i began to attempt to scramble to my feet and see what had hit me... 

and there i saw a 6 foot man, clearly mentally handicap, nearly in tears trying to say sorry. i instantly covered my eye, telling him i was fine, don't worry, its nothing major, all the while trying to make my way somewhere else to check my eye.

needless to say this drew quite the crowd, including my dad. we cleaned my eye up, sorted things out with my "attacker" and went off home. at first it was very blurry, almost impossible to see, and steadily it began to clear, but never recovered.

my left eye is actually the reason i have to wear glasses now. i can't wear a single contact because i also have tourettes, which causes me to spaz out every now and then and they're scared next time i'll actually put out my own eye... so glasses it is.

my family likes to say that i'm the only person to go to the special olympics normal, and come back special.

TIFU by getting hit in the face with a chair by a handicap guy and permanently damaging my left eye