As I've posted before, I have prosopagnosia. (I'm face blind--I don't recognize people's faces.) Most of the time I cope just fine. Most of the time.
1. The other day, I was listing the types of cars people we know drive. My kids were shocked that I knew. I was shocked that they didn't. They asked me why I knew. Uh, so when we get to church, I know who's there. It's much easier to figure out who I'm talking to when I know the possibilities.
2. Last week, a little boy I've been teaching Sunday school to for two years opened a door and walked to me. I had no idea who he was until he started talking.
3. I saw a man and wasn't sure who he was. By his height and hair color, I had him narrowed down to two people. The problem was there was something in the way and I could only see him from the chest up. And the way I tell the two men apart is by their weight. (Though usually I can tell them apart by their wives who look very different from each other.)
4. This morning, I went outside to confront a stranger on my backyard porch. It was my son. So, uh, no confrontation needed.