A had a partner with face blindness for several years. One time it was chilly so I threw on an old sweater I hardly ever wore, but i kept because it was literally the only sweater we could find at the street market in my size one extremely chilly morning in August 1983 in Auvergne and it had good memories despite it’s colour.
I’m a goth. I was a goth then. To my lover, I was a person of a particular size and build dressed in black with the occasional jewel tone and dark hair at a particular length.
The sweater was very much not Goth. It was a pale shade and oversized and nobbly.
We went to Cub Foods, which was a massive warehouse style grocery store. we separated to do our assorted shopping.
He couldn’t find me. He searched with an increasing urgency and rising panic. I oblivious contemplated box macaroni and jiffy mixes as he passed my aisle over and over.
My shopping done I spotted and hailed him, and he looked at me with some confusion, but he knew my voice, my hair, the particular cut of my trousers, picked because they looked good and I could run and fight in them, the shape of my boots. Once he looked closely, he knew it was me, but at a distance all he was seeing was the Wrong Sweater.
We were neither of us publicly demonstrative by nature, but he hugged me so tight in his relief. Once I understood, I felt terrible, and when I wore something uncharacteristic, I made sure he memorized it because I could never forget his terror and relief.
This is how I discovered he was face blind. I was the first person to notice, he’d hidden it so well.
Of course Prince Charming was face blind,
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