Monday, July 15, 2013

Who Are You?

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.


  1. I remember you telling me that you had face blindiness. I have name-blindness. I forget names so easily!

  2. I have a feeling face blindness is more fascinating to read about than it is to cope with.

  3. You're the first person I've encountered with this condition, although I've often been better with numbers than with people. I wonder how the costume murder party you hosted affected you: Was it easier to recognize people by memorizing their unique costumes, or did it completely throw you off?