Betty_Rose
Active Member
Recently discovered that there's a plausible explanation for my life-long weirdness.
My first clue came recently when I recently learned that there are others like me who prefer solitude, don't like loud noises, can't stand social gatherings, and have the capacity to become obsessed by a single topic.
I work in a unique niche field, and I am *the* expert in my funny little niche field. I've written several books and can easily spend hours each day learning more about my topic. It's a real time sink, and thankfully, it's provided me a means to support myself - in solitude.
Plus, I have a photographic memory and for most of my life, I just assumed that everyone could "take a picture with their mind."
Many years ago, I worked as a Realtor and someone in the office asked me why I didn't have a desk-top rolodex (for storing phone numbers and client information). My friend laughed out loud and said, "Are you kidding? Betty has one in her head. Go ahead and ask her any phone number. She has them all in her head."
Again, I thought that everyone could do that.
All my life, I was told I wasn't that bright, but in later life I learned that I am quite intelligent, but in different ways than might be easily reflected on typical 1960s IQ tests. And I have this phenomenal memory...
It's a relief to find a place where I know I'm not alone.
Betty Rose
My first clue came recently when I recently learned that there are others like me who prefer solitude, don't like loud noises, can't stand social gatherings, and have the capacity to become obsessed by a single topic.
I work in a unique niche field, and I am *the* expert in my funny little niche field. I've written several books and can easily spend hours each day learning more about my topic. It's a real time sink, and thankfully, it's provided me a means to support myself - in solitude.
Plus, I have a photographic memory and for most of my life, I just assumed that everyone could "take a picture with their mind."
Many years ago, I worked as a Realtor and someone in the office asked me why I didn't have a desk-top rolodex (for storing phone numbers and client information). My friend laughed out loud and said, "Are you kidding? Betty has one in her head. Go ahead and ask her any phone number. She has them all in her head."
Again, I thought that everyone could do that.
All my life, I was told I wasn't that bright, but in later life I learned that I am quite intelligent, but in different ways than might be easily reflected on typical 1960s IQ tests. And I have this phenomenal memory...
It's a relief to find a place where I know I'm not alone.
Betty Rose