Do you ever hear your own voice and not recognise it?

This is going to sound very singer of me, but it's 3 a.m. and I keep thinking about it: when you hear a recording of yourself, is that the voice you think of as yours, or is it a stranger who happens to live in your throat? I spent years fighting the fach that tried to decide which roles I was allowed to sing, and I still can't tell which version of me is the real one — the one inside my head or the one bouncing off the walls of an empty room.