dyingofpoetry wrote:
That happens with me frequently. One example was when my mom and my aunt came to attend my college graduation ceremony. I was in my cap and gown and the three of us were going up the elevator to the auditorium. Another woman was in the elevator with us standing behind me and was evidently asking me about my major and degree. My mother had to say, "Steve, the lady behind you is speaking to you." She was just inches behind my head, but I missed it because I was fascinated with the elevator buttons (lights, patterns, AND numbers! That's just too irresistible).
WHOA! That's me totally! You say you're DIAGNOSED, and I have yet to be. The similarities, here and elsewhere, are striking!