I have already read some posts on this daily prompt. I am so glad I am not alone. I get totally disoriented when I am in a new mall, or driving in a new city. I rarely take a road trip alone for fear of getting lost, not only lost, disoriented.
For years this is the way my mind thought;
- If the N on the compass is always at the top and the N means North, then when I am holding the compass right side up, North is the direction I’m going. Go figure, I was wrong. If I put a compass in my car (days before GPS,) the N is always on top, therefore my car is always going North.
- I know this is not the way it really is, but this is what made sense to me. I could never figure out north from south, east from west. Most of the time I still can’t.
Back in grade school, grade five or six, my teacher asked the class a question. Lots of kids put up their hand but I didn’t, so what happens? Of course, the teacher asks me, “Anna, does the sun rise in the East or the West?” I didn’t know the answer, so I simply said I didn’t know. Everyone had a great laugh over that, even the teacher! Once again, for the millionth time, I am embarrassed and humiliated in class.
The first time I travelled west with my boyfriend before moving here, we stopped at a mall for a bit of a break. I had learned from previous panic attacks that I must remember the store I first go into, remember if I am travelling left or right so that I can re-trace my steps back to the original store. Even in large stores, I get disoriented if I have never been in it before, so I have to keep going in the same direction. I dare not stray to an aisle that looks appealing to me, I will eventually get to that spot if I can find my way later.
In I go to the first store. I turn left once inside, I continue to walk in the same direction. I spotted a couple of things that I wanted to try on. I asked someone where the change room was, while I was changing I forgot which direction I turned in the change room so when I came out of the change room, I was disoriented. After much anxiety, profusely sweating, I found the door where I first entered the store and as promised, my husband was sitting there waiting for me. He knew I needed him there in case I got lost. That is how we managed public shopping trips.
These days I am a little less anxious about finding my way and if I get lost it’s not as big a deal as it use to be. Heck, I can even read a map if it is handed to me the right way. I can actually follow a map well enough to tell my husband to turn left or right to get to where we are going. I never say, north, south, east, or west because I don’t have a clue.
I discovered GPS on my iPad this summer. Wow, it was amazing, sort of. I was doing great until I hit a detour that the GPS didn’t tell me about. Oh brother, here we go again. I had to pull over at the next opening, so I could figure out where I was and try again.
It took a while but I did eventually find my way.
Happy travels everyone!
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