As I was reading this I was wondering if your entire memory was wiped like this or if it was worse around the time of the accident — and then you said you still have access to the 70s, 80s, and 90s and I was like ‘ohhh’.
It’s mind boggling (no pun intended) how our memory works with or without a TBI. And again you made me think something about your experience I never had before — losing access to parts of your memory, is, in some very real sense, like losing access to a part of yourself. Like what are we without the memories that ground us in reality. I can’t imagine how hard that would be. And I marvel at your resilience to not just push through but also find new ways to understand how your mind now works.
✨🥰✨ Thank you. That’s why I say it is literally like grieving someone who died. I read my old writing and it’s like being in the head of someone else. I read about things I’ve done, I watch myself do them on video…it’s very surreal.
Ohhhhh my gosh yes!!!! The other saving grace is that, prior to the wreck where I don’t have nearly as much writing, I do still have very clear memories. Reading it just snaps them back into sharper focus so…odd. And intense for sure.
As I was reading this I was wondering if your entire memory was wiped like this or if it was worse around the time of the accident — and then you said you still have access to the 70s, 80s, and 90s and I was like ‘ohhh’.
It’s mind boggling (no pun intended) how our memory works with or without a TBI. And again you made me think something about your experience I never had before — losing access to parts of your memory, is, in some very real sense, like losing access to a part of yourself. Like what are we without the memories that ground us in reality. I can’t imagine how hard that would be. And I marvel at your resilience to not just push through but also find new ways to understand how your mind now works.
✨🥰✨ Thank you. That’s why I say it is literally like grieving someone who died. I read my old writing and it’s like being in the head of someone else. I read about things I’ve done, I watch myself do them on video…it’s very surreal.
Yeah wow, that’s so intense. Grieving is the right word.
And also, you must be thankful you have all your earlier writing to at least glimpse at that person.
Ohhhhh my gosh yes!!!! The other saving grace is that, prior to the wreck where I don’t have nearly as much writing, I do still have very clear memories. Reading it just snaps them back into sharper focus so…odd. And intense for sure.