That really doesn’t sound like the inability to visualize. Whatever it is it seems to be something else
Here’s an example. My dad was talking to my youngest brother who was saying he didn’t like the Lord of the Rings movies because the actors didn’t look like the way he imagined them. My dad got confused and asked what my brother meant. My brother said, ” you know, when you’re reading and in your mind you see a stage or theatre and the people are acting out the scenes you’re reading? The people in the movie look different than the people in my head. ” My dad turned to me in shock and said, “I’ve never heard of this, do you have a little theatre in your head? ” And I said that no I don’t. My brother and dad kept talking where my dad was asking for examples and details of what it was like to imagine things visually. I lost interest because I had long ago realized my friends thought the line about “try not to visualize a pink elephant” made sense and I had long since stopped asking teachers why they thought that lesson worked.
I dream, but there’s nothing to see. It’s just narrative and touch. The me in the dream isn’t blind, and can interact with things, but the me that is conscious of the dream can’t see. I know the plot, I know what the dream me is reaching for. That’s just awareness not vision.
If you ask me what color pink is, I know what to say, but I can’t see it unless there’s some around us I can point to.
This is lack of visualizing. Whatever Ross is experiencing goes far beyond this.
That really doesn’t sound like the inability to visualize. Whatever it is it seems to be something else
Here’s an example. My dad was talking to my youngest brother who was saying he didn’t like the Lord of the Rings movies because the actors didn’t look like the way he imagined them. My dad got confused and asked what my brother meant. My brother said, ” you know, when you’re reading and in your mind you see a stage or theatre and the people are acting out the scenes you’re reading? The people in the movie look different than the people in my head. ” My dad turned to me in shock and said, “I’ve never heard of this, do you have a little theatre in your head? ” And I said that no I don’t. My brother and dad kept talking where my dad was asking for examples and details of what it was like to imagine things visually. I lost interest because I had long ago realized my friends thought the line about “try not to visualize a pink elephant” made sense and I had long since stopped asking teachers why they thought that lesson worked.
I dream, but there’s nothing to see. It’s just narrative and touch. The me in the dream isn’t blind, and can interact with things, but the me that is conscious of the dream can’t see. I know the plot, I know what the dream me is reaching for. That’s just awareness not vision.
If you ask me what color pink is, I know what to say, but I can’t see it unless there’s some around us I can point to.
This is lack of visualizing. Whatever Ross is experiencing goes far beyond this.