Holy frijoles, that’s so scary! I have called myself a homing pigeon my whole life because of my innate sense of direction - so having this happens sounds utterly awful. I can only imagine how wrong everything must feel.
As I’m now approaching my 30-somethings, I have a new and extremely niche fear unlocked, haha
It still strikes me at odd times while driving that I have no idea which direction I’m actually going. During the first few years of adjustment I actually managed to get going the wrong way on the freeway and didn’t immediately realize it. I had to get a GPS specifically for that reason. Not to plan my route, but just to remind me where I am and where I’m going.
I cope pretty well now. I had to develop habits that were entirely unnecessary before, like memorizing turns to make sure I’m going the right way when I leave a place I’ve gone to for the first time.
Holy frijoles, that’s so scary! I have called myself a homing pigeon my whole life because of my innate sense of direction - so having this happens sounds utterly awful. I can only imagine how wrong everything must feel.
As I’m now approaching my 30-somethings, I have a new and extremely niche fear unlocked, haha
It fucking SUCKED, and still does.
It still strikes me at odd times while driving that I have no idea which direction I’m actually going. During the first few years of adjustment I actually managed to get going the wrong way on the freeway and didn’t immediately realize it. I had to get a GPS specifically for that reason. Not to plan my route, but just to remind me where I am and where I’m going.
I cope pretty well now. I had to develop habits that were entirely unnecessary before, like memorizing turns to make sure I’m going the right way when I leave a place I’ve gone to for the first time.
That sounds awful. But you still can tell relative directions, yeah? Your right from left, up from down?