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pegkerrI made an embarrassing mistake at the office this past week. A visitor came in, and I greeted her as I happen to sit right at the front desk.
I knew her. I knew that I knew her. "Hello, Babette!" I said brightly, delighted to see her.
The moment her face froze, I realized (too late) I had mis-identified her. I knew her well; I had worked with her for five years as a member of the candidacy committee. But she wasn't Babette. She was Angela.
This isn't the first time this has happened to me, but it never gets any less mortifying. I thought quite a bit about the incident this week, and that brought to mind several other embarrassing episodes.
I realized, for the first time, that I have never mentioned this periodic difficulty I have to anyone before. Certainly not my family, nor to anyone at my workplace. It is embarrassing. But it's not due to any impoliteness or carelessness on my part. Why not just admit it?
And so I started doing so this week, to tell people, "Hey, did you know that I have occasional trouble with face blindness?"
It's not age-related. It's a problem that I first noticed at the age of twenty or so. It doesn't happen too often, and it doesn't happen with everyone. But I sometimes have difficulty identifying the face of someone I know, and it can even be people that I know very well indeed. I work with a committee of about fifteen people at work. And there are two pairs of men on that committee that I continually confuse, even after working with them for years.
The strangest instance is within my own family. I have seven nephews who live locally. Three of them I have no difficulty distinguishing. But there are four of them--Stephen, Lewis, Stuart, and Mitchell--who I sometimes have difficulty telling apart. It's quite strange to be at a family gathering, speaking to a young man I like, who I've known for thirty years--and it isn't until 10 or 15 minutes into the conversation that I'm confident that I know exactly which nephew I'm speaking with.
When you think about it, it's really quite bizarre. Sometimes brains are just weird and fail in strange ways.
A circle of glittering masks with blank eyeholes surround and stare at a center face-shape. Inside the face-shape, a hat rests on clouds with a collar below, but no face can be seen.
Face Blindness
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I knew her. I knew that I knew her. "Hello, Babette!" I said brightly, delighted to see her.
The moment her face froze, I realized (too late) I had mis-identified her. I knew her well; I had worked with her for five years as a member of the candidacy committee. But she wasn't Babette. She was Angela.
This isn't the first time this has happened to me, but it never gets any less mortifying. I thought quite a bit about the incident this week, and that brought to mind several other embarrassing episodes.
I realized, for the first time, that I have never mentioned this periodic difficulty I have to anyone before. Certainly not my family, nor to anyone at my workplace. It is embarrassing. But it's not due to any impoliteness or carelessness on my part. Why not just admit it?
And so I started doing so this week, to tell people, "Hey, did you know that I have occasional trouble with face blindness?"
It's not age-related. It's a problem that I first noticed at the age of twenty or so. It doesn't happen too often, and it doesn't happen with everyone. But I sometimes have difficulty identifying the face of someone I know, and it can even be people that I know very well indeed. I work with a committee of about fifteen people at work. And there are two pairs of men on that committee that I continually confuse, even after working with them for years.
The strangest instance is within my own family. I have seven nephews who live locally. Three of them I have no difficulty distinguishing. But there are four of them--Stephen, Lewis, Stuart, and Mitchell--who I sometimes have difficulty telling apart. It's quite strange to be at a family gathering, speaking to a young man I like, who I've known for thirty years--and it isn't until 10 or 15 minutes into the conversation that I'm confident that I know exactly which nephew I'm speaking with.
When you think about it, it's really quite bizarre. Sometimes brains are just weird and fail in strange ways.
A circle of glittering masks with blank eyeholes surround and stare at a center face-shape. Inside the face-shape, a hat rests on clouds with a collar below, but no face can be seen.
Click on the links to see the 2025, 2024, 2023, 2022 and 2021 52 Card Project galleries.
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Date: 2025-03-14 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-03-15 07:28 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2025-03-14 09:30 pm (UTC)I suspect this is way more common than generally acknowledged.
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Date: 2025-03-15 02:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-03-15 07:26 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2025-03-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-03-15 03:43 am (UTC)Richard (who really IS pretty close to faceblind) cannot match up the names and faces of more than a handful of the hundreds of local fans who recognize him, and I don't think he can recognize ANY of his nieces and nephews. I consider myself bad at facial recognition, but I think I can pick out all 16 of them. However, I completely gave up on the next generation of virtually identical little blue-eyed blond Tatges that I see maybe once a year. They are now past the point where every time I see them each one has grown enough to look just like the older sibling or cousin whose name I tried to learn the year before, but I still can't remember who they all are.
I do love the image you came up with for your card. Very evocative.
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Date: 2025-03-15 10:08 am (UTC)I usually tell people that I can usually remember names, and often remember faces, but can hardly ever connect the two.