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Synesthesia

I have a form of synesthesia with dates. Years, months and days of the week all appear to me visually, in a set pattern.

By a weird coincidence, a friend also shares one particular aspect - we both see decades as colours and can have very intense arguments about what colour the 1960s were!*

I once heard a radio programme on it and they interviewed a chef, who could "taste" words - every word he thought of, caused a particular taste in his mouth. Unfortunately, the word "onion" tasted of vomit, so he had to try and chop onions without ever thinking of the word for them, otherwise he'd end up hurling!!


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*The 1960s were - of course - a bright sunshine yellow colour. Not blue, as my friend contends. Everyone knows that it was the 1970s that were blue. A rich royal blue mind you, not that wishy-washy French blue he's going on about!
 
Wow Bitsy, That's really interesting! As an artist I wish I could taste colors, Mixing pigment has always been a fascination of mine, and well applying it to canvas as well..
Maybe you should contact them, It seems he has a database with people that have it, might help your friend understand why the sixties are yellow ( the whole Beatles submarine thing as well)...heh heh
 
You know Kyle, I've always thought that I might have some type of synesthesia....really interesting condition (then again, I find most medical conditions interesting....).
 
It may be a copout, but the 60's are obviously tie-died. The 70's are red, 80's are blue, 90's black, and so far 2000's have proven to be yellow. The 50's are gray, with the 40's being blue as well, though a darker blue.

I never realized I had a sense of color for the decades until reading that, and then it all just clicked!

D80
 
Wow...that is neat. I didn't know it was a condition. Certain words definatly have color. Telephones are pink for example. And music is definatly colorful. I just always assumed that it was just a vivid imagination. *shrugs* I think I will stick with that theory for now! LOL
 
Mirror-touch synesthesia runs in my family. My mother has it much stronger than I do, and will very much feel like she's being touched whenever she sees someone touch another person.

I have an odd quirk on the same thing, but I've learned how to mostly ignore it because it drove me nuts as a kid. However, when hearing someone speak, it feels as if *I* am the one doing the talking, conveyed emotions (obvious or body language) become *my* emotions, and by looking at an object I can feel it's texture on my fingertips. And unlike Mom, I feel like I'm the one doing the touching, rather than being touched. Thus, mostly I'm bloody glad I've learned how to suppress/ignore it. While it can be incredibly neat to feel completely like I'm singing a song without my mouth ever opening, most of the time it's just irritating. I seriously dislike the emotional mirroring because not only does everyone complain to me as I'm instantly completely empathetic to their problems, but I will become angry over silly things simply because someone else is angry. I go about work keeping myself an emotional blank in order to NOT react as my brain wants me to... and then everyone at work thinks I'm angry! Makes me want to throw my hands up in frustration over my broken brain. I would TOTALLY rather experience decades as colors.
 
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