Spectrumy people often boast of wonderful visual memories. My own son Elisha can finish five hundred piece puzzles faster than you can say pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. As I was slowly discovering that I was on the spectrum twenty years ago this was one of the pieces that did not fit for me. I had a wonderful memory, but it was an auditory memory, connected to words, rather than images. I only figured out in the third year of college that taking notes was worse than useless, since it distracted me from the scintillating words of my professor.
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