This is difficult for me to explain, so i'll do the best I can.
I don't know if there is a psychiatric term for this, but I hate looking at my reflection, looking at a photo of myself, or looking at a video recording of myself, because I can't identify what exactly I am seeing. I can see facial features and remember what I am looking at, but each image of me looks like a completely different person who is not me. Someone could show me a photo of myself, without telling me that it was a picture of me, and I would never know that was actually me in the photo. The man I see in the mirror looks completely different from the man I see in the photo, and the man I see in the video looks completely different from both the man in the photo and the man in the mirror. I am unable to even describe to you what I look like, other than the fact that I am half Cherokee and half Trinidad, nor will I take any photos of myself.
I know this isn't normal, but I don't know what's wrong with me, or why I can't perceive myself. Before anyone mentions anything of the sort, no, this has nothing at all to do with insecurity about my image. I can't even identify anything to be insecure about in the first place. This has become more of a problem because I discovered a film student at my college campus had recorded me on camera while I was jogging, without my consent, for his B-roll footage. When I saw what was apparently me in the footage, I felt an anxiety attack coming on, because not knowing who that is or what I actually look like terrifies me, to be honest. The moment I think I have a clear or general idea of what I look like, I end up seeing an image of myself that looks entirely different in every way.
I was professionally diagnosed with ADD and Social Communication Disorder, and I couldn't find any symptoms from those disorders that relate to this issue. I have been having this issue since I was 5. It didn't bother me until I turned 12. When I was 18 I asked my psychiatrist about it, but he just glossed over it and changed the subject. I am 20 now, I hate living like this, and I don't know what is wrong with me or what to do.