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You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know: A True Story of Family, Face Blindness, and Forgiveness

By Heather Sellers

A "poignant" (Boston Globe) kin memoir that offers new aspiring to hindsight, perception, and forgiveness

Heather is face-blind—that is, she has prosopagnosia, an extraordinary neurological situation that describes the lack to acknowledge faces. transforming into up, blind to the cause of her perpetual confusion and anxiousness, she took what cues she may possibly from speech, coiffure, and gait. the reality used to be published twenty years later while Heather took the fellow she might marry domestic to satisfy her mom and dad and came across the stunning fact approximately her family members, herself, and residing with psychological disorder. during this uplifting memoir, dealers illuminates a deeper fact: that even within the so much chaotic and heartbreaking of households, love might be noticeable and felt.

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I had beers now. At massive Dismal, they defined karst topography, limestone, aquifers and their insistent fragile behavior, and that i lay down at the pine needles and the area spun round. Florida floated on lace, on fragile old bones, and this used to be why it caved in on itself. i used to be falling in love. I traipsed alongside, conserving my skirt up greater than i wanted to. on the fringe of the sinkhole, I took off all my outfits and folded them on the area. The ponytailed geology graduate pupil took my cautious pile and set it within the notch of an oak.

They have been all the exact same: blond shaggy boys in white shirts open method low. i needed to head open air and body-surf and count number chicken flocks; I had a idea I beloved to check, that they have been regularly a strange quantity. yet to be well mannered, I informed her I simply couldn't come to a decision which boy I cherished. I cherished all of them an identical, I stated. Her mom stated it used to be sturdy I wasn’t so boy-crazy; Mysie should still you have to be extra like me. I enjoyed Mrs. Fenton. i assumed she used to be wonderful and sort and clever. yet i'm boy-crazy, i needed to assert.

I've got a beard and gray hair. i'm going to regularly introduce myself to you. yet i've got a query. How is it you by no means spotted this ahead of? What approximately your mom and dad? for those who had any such critical incapacity, wouldn’t they've got taken you to a physician? i believe i've got this. now not as undesirable as you. will we meet for espresso my deal with? 4 humans on campus wrote me with comparable tales: after analyzing my email, and taking the assessments on the Harvard website, they each one notion they have been face-blind. I wrote again to every individual right now.

At the airplane, I pressed my face challenging to the glass. I stated a prayer for my dad as we bellied over his residence. i may see his motor vehicle. With one arm, one leg, and a rusty pink knob bolted to the guidance wheel, gin among his legs, he used to be nonetheless a greater motive force than i used to be. He by no means acquired misplaced. He by no means obtained stuck. He knew the entire shortcuts and two-tracks. I watched Orlando become a tiny toy city, after which Florida grew to become a patch of squares of sodden eco-friendly and tan, pocked with blue lakes and grey rivers. Then we have been above the clouds, which gave the impression of a silver-white ground that may carry us if we fell, and that i slept.

I questioned the way you might understand if anyone was once loopy. not only strange, quirky, wacky, safety-conscious, diversified, yet actually insane. My mom screamed. “Who did this? Who did this? Who opened this window? Who has been in the following? ” Her voice was once coming nearer. I jumped out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel and went into the hallway. She had coated her face along with her fingers and he or she was once me via her hands. I felt huge, immense, crimson, and steamy. “Who opened a window? Who did it? ” She became and confronted the wall.

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