Do you have aphantasia? Or do you mean you just don't immediately see a cat when you hear the word "cat"? If I want to think specifically about the word "cat," I first have a mental image of a cat (it's unavoidable), then I have the properties of the word coming to mind in relation to the cat, like "short, sharp, abrupt" but also "rounded" and "self-contained."
I mean that I literally picture the word "cat."
As for the aphantasia thing, I'm really not sure? It is hard for me to actually picture things, but I can sort of, kind of do it, especially when the subject has been photographed and I've looked at the photo enough times. I can't picture my dad's face without referencing a photographed version of him, though. For some reason, photographs are easier to remember, somehow? It's weird.
By far, it's not the weirdest quirk I have, though. I realized once when looking at a picture of myself when I was less than a year old, and being like, "Hey, I can remember what that outfit felt like," then going, "Wait. Is that normal?" Turns out it's not. I have always had the ability to remember everything I've ever touched, given the right stimulus (say, a photograph). I noticed once in my therapist's office that one of the reasons I have such trouble with new environments is that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about what things physically feel like. Her office has so much stuff in it, and the first few sessions I was completely overwhelmed just thinking about all the stuff there was to touch.
I remember one day I was driving through town, and the shop signs that I thought were made of vinyl were actually made of cloth. Totally screwed me up mentally for some reason, lol. All these signs I had been thinking about as if they felt like vinyl were now cloth and my entire life was a lie, basically.
But yeah, my dad has tested me by asking me how certain outfits felt, and whether or not I was comfortable in them, and I can tell him perfectly each time how each outfit felt. It is extremely weird.
I once attended a non-fiction class with a woman with aphantasia (which is an inability to visualise mental images). One piece she submitted described her birth experience. Her writing for that scene was something else, all sensory details and associations. I wish I could read it again but it's locked away in a digital classroom somewhere.
I don't know how to quote properly on this website, maybe someone can teach me XD. My dad claims I described my birth experience at the age of four, describing what the wallpaper looked like and how the doctor spanked me and held me with paddles, shit like that. Like just a "remember that day I came out of mommy?"
I had a stepmom who screwed with my memory a lot, unfortunately. She was really abusive and one of the things she did was to argue with me about things that were objectively true (think the sky is blue, but something far more important, like, your sister hit your brother). Then she would send me to my room crying until I apologized and admitted she was right. I only know about this because I would sneak the phone and cry about it to my stepsister. One time that same stepsister said her mom had whipped her, and even showed me the marks. I had completely blocked out the memory until Cheyenne reminded me she had done it. Memory is a fickle, manipulative thing.
What I've learned from this post is that I don't log memories according to emotions, apparently. Even if I try to think of the last time my partner and I argued, I don't remember, but if I flip back through journals I'll eventually find it (even if I didn't write about it explicitly, because the details of the day are enough to jog the emotional part of my memory). I don't think that means too much for my writing - at least in terms of my methods - unless I want to describe something very specific.
That is so interesting. It's almost like emotional blind spots. That has to be much less stressful at times, I'd imagine.
Way on the other end of the memory recall spectrum, I once dated a guy with synesthesia. If I remember right, we discovered he had it when he asked me, "wait, numbers don't have colours for you?" We googled it and discovered synesthesia is often associated with an enhanced memory, sometimes in the form of a "film reel" of images and memories. I would name a date and he would just spool back through his mind and tell me what he/we did on that day. He was amazed I DIDN'T remember things that way, and I was amazed he could remember things from months ago when I couldn't even remember what we'd done last Tuesday.
Yeah, synesthesia is fascinating as hell. That's so cool. Brains are just really cool, fascinating objects!