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There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.
ace-disgrace-on-the-case - Here’s the thing I feel like a lot of folks don’t get: I’m not trying to forget what you said. Honestly, I really tried not to. I can’t control what I do and don’t remember—forgetting things just happens. It’s annoying for you, I know, but for me it’s distressing as hell and when you make a big deal out of it rather than just reminding me you make me feel ashamed. I’ll remember that, at least.
It costs you nothing to be kind to people with memory problems. Please. It’s scary enough without people treating memory lapses as a personal failing.
If someone says to me “tell me about your breakfast yesterday” my mind is blank and I will simply shrug.
If someone asks me “how were your pancakes yesterday morning?” I will reply “pretty good, could have used more butter and a pinch of salt.”
Me not bringing up topics isn’t some Machievellian plot of mine to hoard data; I simply cannot easily recall events unless prompted so by others dropping me hints.
There is information in there *gestures at brain* but you have to tease it out with outside stimulus.
I have todo notes everywhere, and my desktop is highly deterministic in window placement to ease the burden of my mind recalling the multitude of things needed for me to work and function.
It’s not personal that I don’t recall every family holiday event, my mind just simply doesnt work that way
That exact example is perfectly normal. If your really need to remember a thing, see my comment here on mnemonics. It’s like voodoo!