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Thursday, September 19, 2024

Synesthesia: When a Shirt Tastes Like a Lunchbox




For as long as I can remember, most every spoken word and the sight of many objects elicit a physical taste or smell. It's just normal for me. 


I never realized everyone else doesn't do this until one night a few years ago. My husband and I were talking about my "weirdness", as he calls it, and he said, "You're the only person I know who does that!" I was intrigued by that and decided to do a little research to figure out my unusual brain. 


I do remember a few times as a child mentioning a smell or taste of a word or object to friends and getting some laughs, even though I wasn't joking! I was often told I had a big imagination, which is actually not true at all for me. I'm more of a realist who has to see to believe, and I have a hard time imagining anything without physical proof. I simply thought that what I experienced was normal, and that everyone else had the same response to certain words. I eventually learned to keep my thoughts about those things to myself and quit mentioning them. I quickly realized it didn't make sense to most people. I assumed it was them that was weird and that's why they didn't understand. Now, I understand that it is clearly me that's different!


I remember seeing a news show many years ago about synesthesia. It explained that synesthesia is a rare phenomenon where your senses cross. Only 3.7% of the population have any type of synesthesia. Only 0.2% have Lexical Gustatory Synesthesia, which is my type of synesthesia.  That equates to only about 19 people in 500 having any type of synesthesia, and a mere 1 of me in that crowd!


There are thought to be as many as nine types of synesthesia. The most common type of synesthesia is a connection between music and colors, called Chromesthesia. People with Chromesthesia may hear music and each note will be an individual color or shape. Musical notes have specific colors, and as a melody plays, the colors swirl and move with the music. As an artist, I would love to have Chromesthesia! I've seen some beautiful, amazing artwork done by these synesthetes who listen to music and paint what they "see" as they hear the notes played. Some notable artists and musicians with Chromesthesia that you may recognize are Tori Amos, Franz Liszt, Billy Joel, Pharrell Williams, Duke Ellington and Vincent Van Gogh!


Another common type of synesthesia is where the letters of the alphabet and numbers have an assigned color, and sometimes even a "personality". This type is called Grapheme-Color Synesthesia. Those with Grapheme-Color Synesthesia often assign a color, personality or gender to specific numbers or letters. I've read where synesthetes with this type will say something like, "The number 8 is green, is a male and he is moody. The number 3 is pink and is sweet and innocent." Grapheme-Color would be cool to experience too. It would help us remember numbers better, I think. 


Another more common type of "syn" is Spatial-Sequence Synesthesia. In an example of Spatial-Sequence syn, people may see a calendar in a completely different format than what is typical. The calendar may be rectangular, with July positioned in the upper left corner and July may be blue. February may be red and be in the middle of the rectangle, with April formed in a circle around it. This type of syn would sure have made history class a little easier for me! I am terrible at remembering dates. I feel like this syn would help me remember them a little easier!


Another type is Auditory-Tactile Synesthesia. This type causes you to feel touch-based sensations when you hear certain sounds. With this type, you may hear a car horn and feel pain in your stomach. Similarly, Mirror-Touch syn causes you to feel what another person should be feeling, like if they swipe a bug off their shoulder, you feel the swipe on your own shoulder. I'm actually glad I don't have either of these types! There are more types of syn other than the ones mentioned here, but these are the most common.


The synesthesia I experience isn't nearly as useful as the other types, but it is entertaining, at least! The type of syn I have is called Lexical Gustatory Synesthesia, and it is the most rare form of syn. For me, certain words have an automatic taste and smell, along with the feeling of it in my mouth. It's not something I choose to do, it's an automatic reflex. 


I would say I have synesthetic responses at least 10-15 times per day, if not more. Most of my synesthetic responses are triggered by spoken words, but some are by things and objects I see. For example, if someone says the word "time", I taste and feel Tic-Tacs in my mouth. If they say "agree", it's a grilled cheese sandwich with greasy, buttery bread. I don't like either of these foods, so it's not always a pleasant connection. But sometimes, I do have a pleasant response, and sometimes no words are spoken at all, it's just an object that my brain connects to a taste or smell. 


One day, I was in Kohl's and I saw a red and black plaid shirt. I immediately smelled and tasted my second grade lunchbox!! It was a combination of peanut butter and jelly mixed with a Little Debbie Nutty Bar, with a slight taste of metal, with the feeling of the Nutty Bar crunch. I know... weird!! But that was a sweet, nostalgic moment. I actually went back to the shirt two or three times just to get another little "taste" of it. I sent a picture to my brother and he had the exact same response! I could never have bought that shirt or I would be distracted the whole day I wore it by the smell of that lunchbox!! 


The reason we synesthetes often don't know we are different is because scientists believe these synesthetic connections are made in very early childhood, so it's just a part of us that's always been our normal. As we learned new words, colors, numbers or musical notes, our brains tried to make sense of them and formed a solid connection to something more tangible. Once those connections were made, we will keep them for life. Each person's connections are unique to that particular person. The connections are made because of something that happened early that connected those things in our brains. Maybe someone was eating a Tic-Tac in front of me the first time I heard the word "time"?? Or, maybe the sound of "Tic-Tac" is equal to the sound of "tick-tock" in my mind?? I would say that most of my synesthetic responses make perfect sense to me, most of the time anyway. I have a hard time understanding how you don't see it too!


Synesthesia tends to run in families. Once I began to understand my syn, I mentioned it to several people in my family. Since synesthesia is believed to be genetic, I hoped that I wasn't alone. It turns out that two of my siblings have the same type I have, and two of my sons do as well, although all of their's seems to be a bit milder than mine. I also have a nephew who has it. I suspect my mother had it, and I have wished a million times over I had asked her a little more about what responses she may have had to certain words or sights when she was here with us. I would also love to know if any of my grandparents had synesthesia. I feel like my maternal grandmother may have been a synesthete too, but again, she isn't here to ask. 


In order to better understand myself, I've tried to get to the root of how synesthesia works. In my research, I've found that neurologists believe synesthesia is caused by having a more than typical amount of neurons, and also having a crossing of neurons. One study I found speculates that it is an unusual phenomenon where neurons that typically disconnect in "normal" people as infants just simply stay connected in synesthetes. Think of it like a newborn who can't yet understand words or that can't see very well yet. That baby learns who Mommy is by her voice and her scent. Once they have an understanding of who she is, they will no longer need the trigger of scent or voice to identify Mommy. The neurons that were formed for that purpose are no longer needed, so they disconnect. With synesthetes, the neurons just never disconnect, so we still associate those things together.


I love my synesthesia and am just as amused by it as you probably would be if you could taste and smell what I do all day 😁! What is most interesting to me is that I'm not a foodie in any shape or form. In fact, I like very few foods and I'm not a big eater. I'm still trying to figure out if my syn factors into my lack of interest in food. Maybe I essentially "eat" all day through my syn! Either way, I wouldn't change a thing about it, and I am thankful for this unique quality, most of the time, at least. It's fun to run things by my family who understands it, and it's fun to run it by people who just think I'm making things up since it's totally foreign to them! 


My hope is that you have learned something new by reading this, and maybe you will recognize synesthesia when you see it in yourself or others after learning a bit about it. I am curiously waiting to see if any of my grandchildren inherit this unique trait. I hope it lives on through generations to come. May the weirdness continue!! 😁

*For your entertainment, here are some of my synesthetic responses to words. I'll put an emoji on each one to show what's good, what's neither good or bad, and what's disgusting!! Enjoy! (I edited to add my brother's connections. Some are very similar to mine!)


The phrase "it's not the same"=semisweet chocolate chips😋 


Not=eggnog😐


Edgar (my husband's personal favorite 😉)=bandaids and Milk Duds🥴

(I feel the bandaids in my mouth while having my teeth stuck together with the Milk Duds 😖 I love eating Milk Duds, but in this case it's disgusting 🤢)


Same (used alone)=fried spam sandwich🤮

*My brother's=pound cake


Agree=always grilled cheese sandwiches drenched in greasy butter🤮 

*My brother's=chicken noodle soup


The word "done" is reheated chicken in foil😐

*My brother's=brown and serve rolls with butter


Connie=corn dog😑


Time=tic-tacs🤢

*My brother's=a pocket watch ticking as rolls are baking


Pearl=toothpaste🤢

*My brother's=crutches and green shampoo


Charles=dog food, like the ground up soft kind in a can🤮

*My brother's=Cherry pie


Fred=stale bread😑

*My brother's=spaghetti 


George=Raisinettes😊

*My brother's=a dirty diaper


Paul=furniture polish on a dust mitt😐

*My brother's=chocolate covered raisins


Yes=plaster😐

*My brother's=uncooked cabbage leaves in someone's hand


Correct=typewriter ribbon🤨

(I like this smell but I can feel the ribbon in my mouth and taste the ink..not pleasant, so 🤢)

*My brother's=notebook paper, pencil lead and eraser dust


Possible=fever blister🤮

*My brother's=cherry pop tarts


Normal=medicine, like liquid iron, or like a thermometer in my mouth🤢

*My brother's=someone moving the hands on a clock with their finger


Married=cooked carrots😊

*My brother's=macaroni and cheese 


Windmill=cream of wheat😊

*My brother's=windmill cookies and cream of wheat


Sherman=marshmallows😑

*My brother's=sherbet


Tony=comb with head grease and flakes of dandruff 🤮

*My brother's=a woman with Dippity Doo in her hair putting her hair up in curlers 


Worth=saltwater taffy and maybe Bit-o-Honey😋

*My brother's=Brach's chocolate stars


Margaret=olives🤢


Ancestry=listerine, the yellow kind🤮

*My brother's=hamburger meat frying in a skillet 


Also=applesauce😐

*My brother's=applesauce 


Wife=fuzzy dusting mitt with endust😐

*My brother's=marshmallow cream or meringue 


This ok sign...👌-canned peas with butter🤢

(I don't mind plain peas with no butter, but this sign makes me gag because the peas always have butter when I see this "okay" sign)


The sound of high heels clicking=red, flat and round shaped sucker or a red candy apple😊

*My brother's=lemon chiffon cake


Sound of thunder=mashed potatoes 😐

*My brother's=Baked potatoes


I saw this on Facebook today and I immediately smelled it😂

Psalm 139:13-15

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.


Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Categorize, Choose, Simplify, Enjoy

 



Categorize, Choose, Simplify, Enjoy. Those are the words we've begun to live by in our old age! 


We ran the treadmill of life wide open for the first 30 years of marriage. Kids, our jobs, all our many side jobs, the house...life was basically chosen for us for all those years. Rarely did we ever have time to look at each other and ask, "What do you need?", or, "What do we want to do?" We lived by the rule of responsibility first, fun second. We worked a lot, but still found time to have a ton of fun with our kids, family and friends. The problem was, we never really had time for fun for ourselves. Our fun was investing in someone else's fun 100% of the time. 


Looking back, even if we had needed anything for us, where would we have had the time to indulge ourselves? From where would we have pulled money to afford what we wanted, had that been something not necessarily, well..necessary? We were caught in a trap of putting ourselves last every single time, and most of those "lasts" truly ended up being "nevers".


I'm really not complaining. I wouldn't trade all those years for any amount of money, fun or relaxation. Our early years of marriage, raising our boys and building our lives were like a fairytale life for us. I really would have stayed there forever if it had been possible. We have had the best life of anyone I know, and I wouldn't change a thing. I have been blessed way more than I deserve, for sure. If I died today, I feel like I accomplished everything I ever dreamed of in this life. I am so, so grateful to The Lord for the life I've been able to live so far!


But, whether we like it or not, life is certain to change. The boys are grown and are building their own lives. We are getting closer and closer to our "golden years". It's been a hard adjustment to give up the life we loved so much, but we also realize that's how life is supposed to go and we are so proud of all our adult kids. Still, it's hard to accept we are getting older ourselves, yet, here we are looking at retirement staring us in the face telling us we'd better get ready for him! We are having to make some decisions and plans for the years that are to come very soon that just a few years ago seemed a million miles down the road!

I know we are only in our late 50s and that's not really that old anymore, but so many people we know that are our age have had sudden unexpected events in the last year or two. Some have developed debilitating conditions, or have gotten major, life-changing diagnoses, some of them never recovering and losing their battles to death. Some of them were younger than us. 


Life is fragile. It is at any age, but with each year that ticks by, it is especially fleeting. I'm acutely aware that our lives will definitely change irreversibly at some point in the future. That could be in 30 more years, or that could happen before I finish writing this post. I also know that we won't always have the opportunities we have now, because whether we like it or not, we won't always have the stamina and ability to keep moving at the pace we move at now. Old age is inevitable. Ailments are inevitable. Death is inevitable. Life is changing for us, and we are heading into that season sooner or later.


We are in changing times, for sure, and changing times call for changing measures! It was time to use whatever time we have left how we want to, for a change (literally and figuratively!). We still choose our family every single time we can get together with them, but we have been very intentional over the last year in focusing on our marriage as a top priority on the days we do have to ourselves. We go for walks, we sit under the night sky and look at the stars, we enjoy patio dining at our little outside table for two. We find an interesting show to watch, we chat with neighbors, and we actually have conversation with each other! We enjoy the calm and quiet days we have now, and we love being able to figure it out as we go instead of having our days planned for us. We have a sweetness in our marriage that we've never experienced before. We have simplified our lives, and we are loving it!


I hope we can look back in the next season of our lives and say this chapter was another one of our best. I hope this sweet era lasts a long, long time before we are in a much more difficult phase. But, however it all plays out, I hope I can once again say I have no regrets on how we chose to spend it. We categorized, we chose, we simplified, and we are enjoying it...every single blessed minute. 


Psalm 90:10 Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.


Psalm 90:12 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Friday, January 12, 2024

2023: The Year of the Hard Reset


Hard Reset. That's how I would describe my 2023. 


I was listening to Focus on the Family this week and the subject was starting the new year with bettering yourself and getting rid of old habits. One thing the guest speaker, Debra Fileta, said that really resonated with me was that we all have a well that we give from, and that it's possible to pour so much from that well into others that we are left with nothing but the muddy gunk at the bottom for ourselves. 


For most of my life, I've been a caregiver in some form or another. It's a running joke in my family that as a child, I ran around and waited on everyone like a hired servant..haha! Even in my single years, I used most of my time and energy accommodating what others expected of me, never expecting or demanding anything back. Once I was married, I dove right into being a wife and then a mommy with everything I had to give going to my family. Then, before my youngest child was through high school, my parents began to decline. I took the reins and did absolutely everything I could to help them live through their final years as comfortably as possible for what they were going through. 


Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. I don't resent one second of any time I've spent caring for those I love the most. I always viewed it as a blessing that God allowed me to have the time and energy to serve in that way and to pour whatever I could into others who needed the help. He gave me this jump-in-and-do-it personality and all this pent-up energy for His purposes, and I fully accept that and am thankful for it. I would do every single thing the same if I could go back and do it all again. 


I actually loved nurturing and taking care of my loved ones. It was my purpose for so many years! But now that life has suddenly taken a turn, I find myself having to reevaluate my priorities. I honestly don't remember in any of those seasons ever thinking about what I wanted or how I felt, if I was tired or needed help myself. It was just the way life was and how I needed to be during that time to keep pushing through and keep everyone going. I pushed through migraines, sickness, injury, stress, and anything else I was dealing with and just kept pressing forward like the Energizer Bunny!


But, once my parents had passed and my boys had grown and flown, I found myself sort of lost. What was my job now? Who am I? What is my purpose at this point? I had to try to remember who I am besides a caregiver. I really hadn't ever thought about that! The truth is, who I am now is not really different to who I was before all those years of caregiving, but I'm definitely not who I was in my young, single years (thank you Jesus!) when I could have taken time for myself but didn't. I really had no idea what I like to do, or what makes me happy...not what makes everyone else happy, but what makes me happy? What fills my well? 


So, 2023 became a journey for me. It was time to find me. It was time to enter a season of nurturing myself, meeting my own needs, really for the first time in my life. I had no idea how to do that, but I began asking The Lord to help me find my way to freedom. 


Thankfully, I have the most supportive husband to walk alongside me. We, as a couple, really had never focused on us either, and that needed to change as well. I spent much time in prayer asking The Lord to show me my purpose, and our purpose as empty nesters. I knew I didn't want to waste the time before me. I wanted to make the most of our time in this season while we are healthy enough to get up and decide what we want to do for the day and actually be able to do it. I realize that won't always be possible as we age. I want to use this time learning to care about myself and for Dave and me as a couple without feeling some sort of guilt for doing that. 


It turns out that it's not easy. I know in the last year we've unintentionally hurt feelings. We've declined dinner invitations, turned down group vacations and gracefully declined offers of side jobs we used to have to take to survive. We have backed off from committing ourselves in every spare moment we have available. And let me tell you, as hard as it is to do, it feels great! 


For the first time in my life, I feel free. Free from feeling stretched so thin I'm about to crack. Free from going along with what everyone else wants to do, even if it's not the right thing for me. Free from my time being pre-planned for me every minute of the day. Freedom to be who God really intended me to be! Freedom to invest into others in ways I've wanted to do, but haven't had the time. Freedom to learn new hobbies, spend the day painting, stay at home all day, or not have to set an alarm on my off days. Freedom to have more intentional time with God. Freedom to not feel guilty about any of that!


This new season we have entered is full of new adventures and freedoms that we are starting to allow ourselves to enjoy. Grown children, grandbabies, second, third, fourth, tenth and thirty-first honeymooning! Sitting under the stars, riding through the countryside, tinkering around antique stores and sleeping in on Saturdays. Instead of feeling sad about what we have lost, we are focusing on what time we have left, and how we plan to use it. We still want to honor God in serving, but part of that is taking care of the body, soul and mind He gave us so we are fully equipped to serve Him in the right way: willfully from the heart, not from obligation, fear or guilt.


Here is another important part of what I heard this week while listening to the broadcast I mentioned: Self care=soul care! Mark 12:31 says, "Love your neighbor as yourself", meaning we need to love ourselves too, not love our neighbor instead of ourselves. Even Jesus took time to rest. We all need to take time to rest from being everything to everyone and take care of ourselves too. Then your true self will be able to shine through. Then you will be free. ♥️