paule prebus

Now 82 years old, I was amazed decades ago, when something gave me an inkling that other people saw images. So I a asked a good friend.good friend. If she could see the numeral 5.. she said yes and that it was red. I practically passed out! Eventually I learned that there was a word for this condition. Wow. it helps me understand why I cannot tell the difference between all of the skinny long haired blondes in the Tromp administration or the good looking maile doctors in the TV hospital programs. I would be of absolutely no use to a police department trying to make a sketch of a possible suspect. Now that I have read the article in the New Yorker, I have been trying to alert anyone who is, or knows a psychiatrist, psychologist,, social worker, or counselor of any kind to read it. Maybe then people would stop trying, telling me to sit comfortably, close my eyes, and imagine the visualizesomething that I like thike,say, - no, not a beach, more likely my favorite library-because it is an absolute waste of time. Also I have been itold that I am in denial about things like how difficult my relationship was with my father, for example. But naming this condition now it leaves me of the pressure of that shaming./blaming.