False memories
when I was a kid, I had a near-perfect memory.
Stroke destroyed that.
My memory is OK, at least from childhood. I recalled a gem out of my 4-year-old mind one day .. my cousin Geri and I were arguing one day, about something stupid. She told me she was going to tell Grandma I was being a “b-i-c-h.” She spelled it! Well, I had news for her. I let Grandma know when I corrected her. “Actually, it’s spelled ‘b-i-t-c-h!’
There was other stuff about how did I know how to spell that, and I had to confess to reading Grandma’s ‘dirty’ books, but I got through it as well as a 4-year-old could.
After stroke … there are entire months I don’t remember . Didn’t bother me.
What bothered me was the false memories. A part of my mind refuses to accept that these things didn’t actually happen. Mike and I actually argued about me returning to work 4 months after stroke. I fought hard to have that time back, and Mike fought just as hard to remind me that I was still quite sick. I fought my way back in memory and have no proof it ever happened.
Another proof I sought was one for having a conversation with Donna in Human Resources. I worked with her for 18 years and I never got to verify that things happened the way I thought. could have been false memory, but I won’t know.
Guess i’ll just have gaps in my memory.
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