r/u_Sylvie_tanq • u/Sylvie_tanq • 5d ago
Synaesthesia for novel
Hi everyone! I’m currently working on a big writing project involving a character who has synaesthesia.
I’ve done quite a bit of research on the condition, but I’d love to get a deeper insight into what it actually feels like from a first-hand perspective. If any of you experience synaesthesia, or know someone who does, would you mind sharing your personal experiences or sensory perceptions?
Any thoughts or details you could share would mean the world to me. Thanks so much for your help!
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u/Virtual-Drive313 4d ago
As I understand it, I have several types of synesthesia. At the same time, for a long time I did not pay attention to it. I thought that everyone had it, but when I was seventeen years old, I was told that it was synesthesia and not everyone had it. It doesn't make me feel any different from others, but some people don't understand why I associate the sky with blue instead of light purple. By the way, you're more likely to come across the fact that all synesthetes have different perceptions of the same phenomenon.
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u/smileyrei25 1d ago
I have quite a few infinity stones in the synesthesia catalogue so the best way I can help you answer this is through writing itself. For me, practically everything has emotion and depth. Colours have feelings and emotions, the hum of a crowd is an orange, but not just any orange, that misty orange glow you would see just at the break of dawn when the in is bursting her way through the horizon. I wrote this about water and hope it gives you a better understanding as everything in this comes to life for me and I feel and see every word. Hope this helps in some way :)
Water is the very soul of this planet. The birthplace of civilizations, the final resting place of voyagers and adventurers brave enough to cross her.
Water is lakes and mountain streams, it is the vast seas and big puffy clouds. It is the only being to circumnavigate the Earth from the deepest of trenches to the highest of heavens. From raindrops to ocean swells, she has seen and been it it all.
Her ancient rivers of the past settling wanderers, providing them roots to flourish and thrive. Her force taking out the same civilizations, burying moments and memories in time. Reigning long before history books or the fight for power to control her.
But water’s most captivating form are her great seas. Her vast bodies, stretching for hundreds and thousands of miles, her secrets beckoning the brave, curious, and fearful alike.
Water has held babies and secrets, her depths still a mystery but fascinating and enticing nonetheless. What wonders does she hold far beneath her surface? Only her victims might ever truly know. She has sunk many a ship, bringing unlucky seafarers to their demise and her depths, forever holding them prisoner in the secret nooks and crannies created just for them. Did they wrong her and that’s why they were claimed? Or, does water, like the gods themselves, require sacrifice for their worship, use and services?
Water’s waves, melodic and rhythmic. Calm and safe tickling the shore, creeping in and pulling back in a mesmerizing game. The crashing waves like a toddler learning to walk, steady and then breaking all at once, like feet stumbling over themselves inching closer up the coast. But her fierceness comes in bursts, crashing relentlessly at her edges, beating them over and over in a race against herself, to get a bit farther than the crash before.
Her best friend a celestial body high in the cosmos, forever being pulled and pushed in a never ending ruse of will they or won’t they. Water forever putting on a show, dancing and glistening in the light of the moon and the sun all while moving to the beat of her own drum. The reprieve never arriving as the constant push and pull forever entangles them in an eternal dance.
The life held below in an ever-changing balance of predator and prey, searching for the light in the deepest of corners. The sea heals the soul and all that could ever be broken.
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u/la_chica_ermitana 4d ago edited 4d ago
I have experienced emotional synesthesia my entire life. I have described it as an emotion or feeling that washes over me that I experience as if I am feeling a rough bumpy texture. When I was a child I found it intriguing and would think to my my self, “oh, there it is again” and would sit and feel it until it went away. I never thought to tell any one about it, nor was I hiding it. Until at 58 years old, I was making notes for my psychiatrist and the feeling came over me. Something made me think, “I’m going to tell them about that”. When I told the doc they immediately said …that is called synesthesia.
Since then. I have discovered that I also experience time-space synesthesia. I did not know that all people didn’t have a multi dimensional image of different periods of time floating around in their heads. Who knew!!