It just dawned on me, and confirms what I’ve come to diagnosis myself as: Spatially Impaired and Directionally Dysfunctional. And, I’ve noticed this because of some writing quirks (flaws, really) that I hold true to. (besides dangling participles)
I have no sense of time; think I can make the loop of errands in four towns and eight stops in half an hour. This drives my husband insane. (only one of my methods)
I have no sense of space; consider something a mile away to be just around the corner and vice versa. I have lived in Burlington for fifteen years, yet do not remember which road that cuts off my own ends up where on Route 4.
And now this: I have a problem with tenses in both writing and reading (it was much worse in Spanish!). For all my decent grammatical ability, I mix tenses constantly and inconsistently.
My husband calls it "Susan-time." I prefer to think that I drift as a free spirit through time and space, transcending the barriers that would halt smarter souls.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I completly understand the problem you have with directions and space. I get lost even in my hometown. Even if I have gone on a rout 10 times with someone else diriving, I am very likely to get lost when I try it for the first time (or second time, or third :-)).
Welcome to the group! I like to think that maybe we are instinctively explorers rather than merely the lost.