I used to have a great memory for the tiniest things. I could give you a conversation verbatim, tell you what someone wore, the whole nine yds. I was very proud of my sense of direction, since a young child. Some days I can find my way w/o a problem, other days, it's a nightmare. I try to picture the route in my head, what sts. to turn on. Sometimes, I get confused at the end of my block. I write down directions for most any place I travel to.
Several yrs ago, my DH was driving and we had been out for awhile. I sort of stared off into the air, only to look at this building and get so confused, b/c I didn't know where I was. I went into a complete panic. We were crossing the bridge I took everyday to go to and from work. I didn't recognize anything of where I was, my DH thought I was kidding - then he looked at my face and realized I was joking. He tried to calm me down.
It is one of the hardest aspects of FMS to deal w/, ppl think you are kidding or stupid. I'm neither. Stress does make it worse, if that is possible. lol. So many things to love about FMS. Now I'm kidding.
God bless. Alice.