Life Of Prosopagnosia

Every day for the last 6 months has been exactly the same, I start each day by walking across the road to the same old cafe. By now, I know all the cracks in the pavement and I could easily make it through my day with my eyes shut. I walk straight past the counter without having to order, then sit in my usual seat by the window alone and take out my laptop. The only thing I have ever known to change is whether I am gazing at the sun, the rain or even occasionally snow through the cafe’s dusty window that was definitely far overdue a clean. Most people would find my life rather tedious, however, I tend to enjoy being alone and having no need to interact with the world. While waiting for my first coffee of many, I occupy myself by watching all the passing strangers on the increasingly busy streets of New York-wondering what they are doing, where they are going and imagining what their lives are like-while writing stories for my blog and once again, wishing …show more content…
When I was a lot younger I was diagnosed with an illness called prosopagnosia, meaning that I am incapable of recognising faces. No matter how many times I have seen someone it is impossible to instantly tell who they are and it gets no easier. It is not something that I can cure and I cannot explain the frustration that I face every minute of every day. Imagine walking into a room full of strangers but everyone else already knows each other, this is what my life is like, will always be and always has been. This is why I read and write books, it is the only time when I forget all of my problems and don't have to face any of them. I would do anything just to be normal. Not only am I incapable of recognising other people, I don't even know what I look like myself. When I look into a mirror I know it is me but all I see is a stranger. I am forced to identify people based on accessories, personalities and