Word After Word

When I first tell people about face blindness they are really nice. Then, later, if I should happen to recognize them (see Tabbed File Folders and Faces post) by their voice, or from the back, or by using my stunning sleuthing skills and practices, some people confront me, as though I am wrong. Wrong to know them. Wrong about face blindness. Perhaps misdiagnosed. Getting all this attention and extra help for no discernible reason they can see!  They say: How Did You Know it Was Me? How did you know how I was? Most people (like Tee and Lauren) are truly asking for more information on how the disorder works. But sometimes, I have detected in a few people a tone of judgment, doubt, or “gotcha” and it’s withering. I feel I’m wrong even though I’m right about being wrong about people all the time.

So, I pretend to know more than I do.

Do you?