Total Recall: The Woman Who Can't Forget
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One of my friends from high school, also diagnosed as being LD, still remembers my drivers license number. He saw it when I showed him my photo after passing the exam, more than a decade ago. Oddly enough, I have never had a particularly good memory for numbers, even back in my freakish days. (It also took me until about age 10 to figure out the difference between left and right. My little brother, who was exasperated at that and thought I was playing, mentioned that left is always the same side as the mole I have on my left wrist. I still check my wrist to this day, out of semi-conscious habit.)
Ahh, the human brain -- it is pretty freaking weird.
In a similar fashion, I learnt left and right because I 'write with my right hand'. I still run through this in my head to this day.
The "method" is just saying "punch with the hand that you write", "punch with the hand that you don't write".
I had a hard time believing, until a couple days later, he was driving and I said "turn to the left!" (many times) and he missed the road. Then we developed our own method, which was "turn to the side of the radio", and "turn to the side opposite of the radio".
Freaky. But fun :p
East and West gives me a hard time too, so I have to think about where California is or where Florida is.
Response: "Look, this way (point) is right, this way (point) is left." Never had trouble with left/right again.
So I guess it was probably a question of motivation....
I figure if I care about it enough, I can probably fix it one day.
red->left->port green->right->starboard.
note that on a sail boat, lines are traditionally colored depending on what side of the boat they are on.
I also remember the hypnotist at my college orientation who hypnotized a bunch of our class. He had a couple revert to kindergarten memories, telling him who sat where in the classroom, who their friends were. In the most memorable sequence, however, he asked a guy in childhood mode the question 'did you ever make a special sound'. The guy/kid was shy and said 'yes but I'm not sure I want to do it.' Eventually, the hypnotist coaxed and encouraged the guy/kid enough ... and the guy/kid did the most spot-on, uncanny, loud Chewbaca roar. He got the nickname Chewy around campus after that.
That was the most interesting part to me out of the entire article. It raises the question of whether she consciously makes a decision to remember facts that she's interested in (herself, disasters) and exclude others or whether she just never spent any mental energy remembering these 'outside' events.
And I hated to lose marks and overall class rank because of this one stupid Biology, and let's say I covered malaria but this time they chose to ask about treatment for cholera.I reasoned to myself, they could ask anything. So I might memorize all symptoms/treatments of malaria AND cholera. During one such exam preparations (must've been grade 7/8) by the end of it I had an epiphany that I'd just memorized the entire chapter. I even parroted it back to my mom making her happy that here I was ready to take on the diseases of this world. The notable point is that only after that realisation, I became very good at memorizing entire chapters. I remember by 9th grade I could almost memorize the 4-5 chapters of Biology. Surprisingly it happened mostly with Biology, a subject I hated the most, Chemistry equations which our teachers never explained because even they didn't know what the fuck was going on in there with those molecules(S8+8O2=8SO2?), dates in History and exact word-for-word quotes in languages -- all things that needed memorization. I could never remember say for example the 4-digit number plate of the cars which just passed by at 60kmph even after I had summed up its digits and they came out less than 30, and done so for all the 15 cars that passed by within 30 seconds or so (try this game, its fun and it'll improve your number skills).
And quite unsurprisingly, after my schooling, when this ability was no more required, I slowly started losing it. I always wondered if I could get that 'magic' back so to speak. Is there a name for this condition - the ability to channel immense memory powers when needed?
btw, if you guys are wondering this was an Indian school system. I also had other freakish abilities, but for now I'd leave it at that.
http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=373529
And similarly:
http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=192454
And necessarily:
"Funes, The Memorious" by Jorge Luis Borges
If you could trade memory for creativity, would you?
My memory scarcely goes back further then a week. It tends to make my live a bit empty, I don't remember doing anything.
However, I'm beginning to suspect it's because I spend too much time thinking to myself and not enough time paying attention to the outside world. Does anyone else have a similar experience?
It is, of course, only because of writing that anyone now has even heard of Plato, never mind having available the substantial fraction of his work that we have.