kokopelli wrote:
Just out of curiosity, for others with aphantasia, do you enjoy vacations and travel?
I'm completely blah on vacations and travel. Part of it is that I tend to get anxious when I go anywhere, even to another nearby town, and can't wait until I go home again. The only times I've been 200 miles from home in nearly two decades was for medical reasons.
I used to be able to travel without anxiety and I did enjoy the trip. But when I got back, I could remember the trip but to me it wasn't any more real that if I had read about it in a book or magazine article. Essentially, to me, any travel I did in the past is very flat.
For example, I can remember riding the Alaskan inland ferry, the Malaspina, from Bellingham, Washington to Skagway, Alaska and then hiking the Chilcoot Trail to Lake Bennett in British Columbia, but my memories of the trip are no more than what can be written as paragraphs in a book. That was in 1977 -- when we got to Ketchikan, Alaska, the newspaper headlines were about Elvis's death -- he was still alive when we got on the boat.
In other words, I don't really retain much in the way of memories of what it was like on the trip.
Do others have the same issues? When you go on a vacation, how well can you remember the feeling of what you experienced in the vacation?
I relate to this completely. When I reflect on travel I've done in the past I have a few snapshot type memories that flash for a second or two, but nothing is sustained or episodic. I will remember what I was thinking about, or what emotion I had, but not the actual events .. and certainly not in a filmstrip type of way. For example I went to DisneyWorld when I was young. I remember that I had the song Please Mr Postman stuck in my head. I remember my mood (horribly miserable) and the texture -- even the scent -- of my outfit. I even remember the smell of the weather. Do I remember what anything looked like? Nope. Do I feel like I was actually there? Nope. I may as well have had a "DIsney" backdrop behind me, as I sat at home with my regular thoughts. I went back as an adult and again, all I remember is my thoughts which had nothing to do with the location.
You know on The Flintstones when the characters stand there and the background just keeps scrolling past on repeat? That's how my life is. I'm always "here" in my head and the background changes -- but I don't pay attention to it.
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