z e r o - discovering myself

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the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.


This describes me perfectly. 

I am a girl in her teens, completely normal, except for the fact that my world is awash in color.

I have a rare neurological condition called synesthesia (the definition is above). I see colors when I listen to music. The months and days of the week appear in a series of bars in front of my face. Every number and letter has a distinct color. Names have colors that are different than the letters that make them up.

My world is defined by color. 

My first experience with this was when I was very small. Looking at the keypad of my friend's security alarm, I thought to myself that the numbers were the wrong color. They were all black. The numbers aren't black, they each have a distinct color - or so I thought, until I realized - just a few weeks ago - that numbers are different for me than they are for everyone else.

It was only at summer camp a few weeks ago that I realized my perspective on the world has a name. It's called synesthesia. It's incredibly rare, like only-1/2000-people-have-it kind of rare, and one of the types I have is rare among synesthetes (that's the name for people who have synesthesia). Can you imagine how rare that would be among the general population?

Nobody gets how it feels. Nobody. It just drives me up a wall.

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