Prosopagnosia

Yes, I am Face Blind

But I can (mostly) deal with it

Photo by cottonbro from Pexels

I was seven years old and got separated from my mother in a grocery store. I wasn’t scared, but I wanted to find her. I retraced our steps. No luck. I scanned the women in all the aisles. I peered at all the people in the checkout lines, but I didn’t see her. I stood at one end of the aisles, reasoning that she would have to…