What it’s like to be unable to visualize anything
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I have trouble imagining what a person looks like. Especially hard is their face. I don't really have any idea what my mother's face looks like except that she has blonde hair. My dreams don't have people in them, not really. Sometimes there's the concept of a person, but I can't really see them.
Is there a name for this?
Edit: before this article, I didn't know it was possible to have a condition like this. I just assumed I was misinterpreting my imagination somehow.
My sister once related a dream to me that involved several people, some, famous people she hadn't even met. I couldn't recall one that really had anyone physically present. I remember a terrifying nightmare when I was very young that my father was in, but really it was just his trousers. I couldn't see any of him.
As much as it's frightening for the family members, I can't imagine how much more so it is for the victim.
When I describe men, I tend to say they have blonde-ish hair, particularly if it's short, even if it's brown -- I guess because I'm seeing skin in there that gives me the impression that their head is a lighter color?
I'll notice immediately if someone gets a haircut, but I can't tell you what it looked like before.
_"These questions presuppose assent to some sort of a proposition regarding the 'mind's eye' and the 'images' which it sees….. This points to some initial fallacy…… It is only by a figure of speech that I can describe my recollection of a scene as a 'mental image' which I can 'see' with my 'mind's eye'….. I do not see it… any more than a man sees the thousand lines of Sophocles which under due pressure he is ready to repeat. The memory possesses it, &c."_
Also related, apparently some people can make it all the way to college without knowing they have no sense of taste[1]:
_"...I was stopped dead by the question of what a peach smelled like. Good. That was all I could come up with. I tried to think of other things. Garbage smelled bad. Perfume smelled good. Popcorn good. Poop bad. But how so? What was the difference? What were the nuances? In just a few minutes' reflection I realized that, despite years of believing the contrary, I never had and never would smell a peach.
All my behavior to that point indicated that I had smell. No one suspected I didn't. For years I simply hadn't known what it was that was supposed to be there. I just thought the way it was for me was how it was for everyone. It took the right stimulus before I finally discovered the gap."
[0] http://psychclassics.yorku.ca/Galton/imagery.htm
[1]https://www.quora.com/Is-going-for-a-Ph-D-worth-it-if-Im-extremely-passionate-about-a-field-but-dont-really-want-to-spend-my-20s-poor-toiling-away-in-a-lab-and-living-in-a-city-that-I-dont-particularly-want-to-live-in/answer/Mark-Eichenlaub?srid=slK&share=1The darker it is in a room the less likely for me to see any flash or associate any image with it.