Synesthesia and Me. Not quite a love story, but a story nonetheless. Kind of a long story, but stick with me.
For as long as I can remember, I've seen gender in everything. As in "
That car is female, but the tires are male. The headlights are male, but the bumper is female." It came as natural as the name or (actual) color. I thought this was normal. I saw personality in everything, like
"The number 1 is a boy, kind of a loner, a bit like Charlie Brown." Again, I thought it was normal. I also saw colors in everything: letters, numbers, sounds, feelings, taste. It was how I saw things and I thought it was how everyone saw the world. I thought everyone looked at a rubber ball and thought
"that ball is male, it is sort of shy, and while it is physically red, it's actually a dusty blue."I believe I was in the 3rd grade, around age 9, when I found out I wasn't normal. I don't have an exact memory of it, but I think I was telling someone the gender of something and they made fun of me. I remember thinking if other people don't see it, I must be crazy. I never talked about it to anyone after that,that is until about 2 years ago.
About 2 years ago, I was doing a little meme on my livejournal that asked to list interesting facts about myself. I mentioned the thing about seeing genders. A then faily new friend left a comment saying that she saw gender too. When I read that, I FREAKED. Someone else like me? Seriously? It was like Christmas. We talked about it for a while and she asked if I thought we might have synesthesia. Syne-what now? I had never heard of such a thing so I looked it up. Site after site, link after link, article after article, holy crap. It was like these people were talking about me! I read page after page, nodding my head.
It was amazing.After that, I understood that I wasn't crazy, I had synesthesia! I kept that in the back of my head until recently. Within the past 2 weeks, synesthesia has been jumping up and down like a little kid "Hey! Hey! Remember me?!" It happened after watching the Kennedy Center Honors.
Yeah, you read that right. The Kennedy Center Honors brought my thoughts back to synesthesia.
Here is how it went down. I watched the Kennedy Center Honors because Bruce Springsteen was being honored and I am a big fan of The Boss. After watching the program (which as amazing and you must watch it), I began listening to Springsteen's music all day for many days. While listening to his songs, something strange happened. I realized all his songs look the same. All songs look different. Even songs by the same artist look different. Something was different with Bruce Springsteen's music, and by different I mean the same. Every song was giving me the same colors, composition, shapes, and it was distinct! I could see it like I was looking at a picture. The different shades of greys, the greyish blue with streaks of greyish purple. On top of that, it was beautiful! Not beautiful like a rose, or sunset, but beautiful in the way that it makes you stop and think "everything is amazing".
I was so excited I had to get online and look around. I found a group on Facebook and oh my gosh. It was that feeling of discovery all over again. People from all over the world, different ages, genders, walks of life, and they were describing things I've gone through. They were sharing their colors, sounds, shapes, personalities, and the same sentiment: "I'm so glad to know I'm not alone." It felt strange, but a confortable strange.
The best way to decribe it comes from a wallpost by someone with the name Carly Stasko:
"reading people's posts is very comforting....like finding other aliens from my home planet."