I find this interesting. I know the OP’s question specifically asked for things that don’t affect you day to day, but do you find any kind of daily activities difficult? Just random thoughts… Folding clothes? Parallel parking? IKEA furniture?
I can parallel park fine (but am kinda old and used to have to) and was not dyslexic or anything - I think part of my problem with that puzzle was that you can take a p and flip it to be a b or q or d, the whole idea of them starting out as mirror or not didn’t compute somehow, lost between my eyes and brain.
Maps, yes, it used to mess up my life but no more, now that you can rotate them. I used to take paper maps and lay them on the ground with north pointing north and could not easily read MapQuest on my work computer because my desk faced south. If I had to navigate while my ex was driving he would laugh at me for holding the map sideways or upside down but it was much easier to read upside down words than a map that was upside down in relationship to the world.
Funny enough, I can parallel park! When I was 16, so many decades ago, we were told we had to do it to pass the test, so I memorized the directions and practiced. Came time for the test, I knocked it out so perfectly the instructor was like, “OK, ya got it, next test.”, before I even finished! Quite proud of that BTW!
Wasn’t until my 40s until I cold instinctively tell left from right, horizontal to vertical, still take a split second to think on it. At least I don’t have to snap my left hand, only one I can do it on, to find left vs. right!
Day to day? I have loads of crappy guns that I’m experimenting with. Love the hobby so much because it stretches my spatial recognition to the very limit without being too frustrating. For example, I was shooting, or trying to shoot, a little .22 rifle today. The bolt won’t close all the way. For the fucking life of me I cannot see why it no longer moves far enough forward. One day I’ll take it apart and put it back together again, it’ll just work, and I’ll have no idea why.
And no, I cannot fold a fitted sheet. My mother could make one flat as a pancake and wrap a gift like it came from a robot. Me? Nope.
I find this interesting. I know the OP’s question specifically asked for things that don’t affect you day to day, but do you find any kind of daily activities difficult? Just random thoughts… Folding clothes? Parallel parking? IKEA furniture?
I can parallel park fine (but am kinda old and used to have to) and was not dyslexic or anything - I think part of my problem with that puzzle was that you can take a p and flip it to be a b or q or d, the whole idea of them starting out as mirror or not didn’t compute somehow, lost between my eyes and brain.
Maps, yes, it used to mess up my life but no more, now that you can rotate them. I used to take paper maps and lay them on the ground with north pointing north and could not easily read MapQuest on my work computer because my desk faced south. If I had to navigate while my ex was driving he would laugh at me for holding the map sideways or upside down but it was much easier to read upside down words than a map that was upside down in relationship to the world.
Funny enough, I can parallel park! When I was 16, so many decades ago, we were told we had to do it to pass the test, so I memorized the directions and practiced. Came time for the test, I knocked it out so perfectly the instructor was like, “OK, ya got it, next test.”, before I even finished! Quite proud of that BTW!
Wasn’t until my 40s until I cold instinctively tell left from right, horizontal to vertical, still take a split second to think on it. At least I don’t have to snap my left hand, only one I can do it on, to find left vs. right!
Day to day? I have loads of crappy guns that I’m experimenting with. Love the hobby so much because it stretches my spatial recognition to the very limit without being too frustrating. For example, I was shooting, or trying to shoot, a little .22 rifle today. The bolt won’t close all the way. For the fucking life of me I cannot see why it no longer moves far enough forward. One day I’ll take it apart and put it back together again, it’ll just work, and I’ll have no idea why.
And no, I cannot fold a fitted sheet. My mother could make one flat as a pancake and wrap a gift like it came from a robot. Me? Nope.