#memory recovery

[misscloudiedays]

[creature-wizard]

my dad + aunt were hypnotized as young kids during the satantic panic + given false memories. they have been traumatized by that woman who basically tortured them until they "remembered" horrible abuse. they have been affected, even now in their 40s and 50s. the way they interact with the world is with distance and speculation, and they feel like outside onlookers and observers most of the time. they feel like ghosts.

anyway, this is to say, yeah: run far, far, away from anybody who claims they can help you "remember" things, whether part of this life or a past one.

Yep. Hypnosis is absolute shit for memory recovery, and trying to "remember" abuse or trauma that never actually happened to you will very likely give you trauma because the false memories you end up fabricating are registered as real events by your brain. Just don't fuck with it.

[abyssalaerlocke]

Sharran Durge

Just thinking about Durge bereaving people, becoming a cleric of Shar — goddess of loss. What if Shar held onto their missing memories (maybe to remove their attachment to Bhaal, Bane Gortash, otherwise make them more loyal to her)?

i just want their history with Gortash to be recoverable 😫

[thebibliosphere]

There are a lot of things I'm sad about in my life. You don't get to go through the kind of medical trauma I've been through and come out unscathed on the other side.

But one thing I'm really bitter about is that I can't remember my wedding anymore. The pernicious anemia took it from me and wiped my brain clean. Except it's not clean, not really. I remember it in patches. Like red wine stains on a white rug that have never quite lifted out no matter how hard you try.

I look at the pictures on my bookcase, and they feel like remembering a story someone else has told me. There's a young woman in a white dress wearing my face, and she looks happy. I'm happy for her. But you can see the strain around her eyes, too. The pain she's hiding because no one with authority believes her when she says her body doesn't feel right. That something is Wrong.

They won't believe her for another decade. They won't believe her until it's almost too late, and it's that lateness that will rob her of her memories and turn them into a wavering rainbow suspended in the fine haze of watery sunlight that occasionally surfaces through the blanks.

There's one memory that's real, though. Solid. It's not my vows. It's not my father walking me down the aisle. (Though those are there, just hazy and dream-like). It's our first dance.

It's the lights dimming around the room as the staff cleared the floor, causing the fishbowls full of white roses and LED lights on the tables to wobble like pools of moonlight against dark paneled walls.

It's the band inviting us out onto the floor and us giggling because we know what's coming next, and no one else does. It's the twang of a banjo reverberating around the room through the speakers, followed by the dulcet tones of Kermit the Frog wondering why there are so many songs about rainbows.

It's us waltzing around the enclosed circle of light, singing to each other out of tune and grinning like idiots as everyone around us starts to laugh.

It's everyone joining in on the song because it's the Muppets, and everyone knows the words. It's 100+ people singing the Rainbow Connection, some laughing, some a bit tearful, because it's bringing back memories. Because it's making a new one.

It's looking up at my new husband through the brain fog and all the pain in my body and thinking, "I want to remember this moment forever."

I don't know what entity was out there listening to me at that moment and chose to grant that wish. I don't know why this is the one memory that stuck while everything else in my brain got decimated into scattered, fragmented snapshots. But I'm so, so thankful it is.

Though, I could have done without it randomly coming on my YouTube music out of nowhere to hit me in the emotions like a brick to the back of the head. Jesus Christ.

[kanofspam]

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE

[ID: A comic featuring OP, a short-haired, tired-looking person. She gestures to the covers of Revolutionary Girl Utena and Puella Magi Madoka Magica and says, "Wow I hope I don't find another anime of a pink-themed magical girl getting traumatized beyond belief."

A faceless person labeled Social Media holds out a hand, smiling, and says, "Hey here's one about a duck getting traumatized." They're holding out the cover art of Princess Tutu. OP looks stunned as light radiates from it. End ID]

( @princess-of-purple-prose wrote the ID! )

[angelnumber27]

My mind immediately after I say anything to anyone:

“They don’t care. That was fucking stupid.”

[vs-friendlyyours]

Super brainy foods to shoot up your memory power

Memory problems are common among middle-aged people and students. Students are unable to recreate what they have learned. Middle-aged people frequently miss opportunities due to memory loss. In this post, we’ll look at several foods that can help you to increase memory power and succeed in your life.

[ilikeit-art]

Have you ever wondered how tech technicians recover data from faulty flash and memory whose data cannot be recovered by normal methods.

[misscloudiedays]

🎂🎊

[frutiger-willow]

i’m so proud of you! 🍨

[arsenicflame]

episode 8 fix it where izzy does get shot, but it doesnt kill him- its on the left side after all! a gunshot does more damage than a sword, so he has a longer healing time ahead, and with him still learning how to live missing a leg, they all agree that its best he doesn't sail away with them, that itd be better if he stayed on land while he recovers

conveniently, he just so happens to know two men who are looking to start an inn on land! he can stay with them, help them complete repairs (god knows neither of them knows what theyre doing themselves) he can whittle little souvenirs on his sick bed; he can help moderate their ideas ("theres no point picking drapes yet stede, we don't have a fucking window") he can heal in peace.

maybe he could try being someone else other than the great izzy hands, maybe he could make something new here. no captains, no first mates, just izzy and ed and stede

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[haleyincarnate]

My little self would be so safe, so comforted, so protected in the company of the person I am today.

[moonlit-positivity]

You're not lazy, you're depressed. If you were lazy then you would still be able to get up and do the things that needed to be done. The fact that you can't move at all is actually something called "freeze response" and it is a part of your nervous system fight/flight/freeze/fawn. This means your body does not feel safe enough to move. You are literally "frozen" in fear. Let's stop telling people they are lazy for this and start recognizing it for what it is- survival.

Want tips for breaking freeze response? Check out my blog. Happy healing 😊

[justbreakonme]

Whumpee that used to be so good at their job/role, but now forgets things, struggles to learn new systems, who feels guilt and the gnawing fear of being left behind because oh god, am I useless now?

Whumpee who blows tiny harmless things out of proportion. Teammate showing them again how to use a tool sighs, or sets something down too hard, or doesn’t speak? They hate me, they hate that I can’t do this right.

Unable to tell anyone because why? How spoiled and selfish would they have to be to complain about being a burden? Who would they tell?

They internalize all of it, and just try harder and harder, but the stress of it just makes it worse.

Until Caretaker catches on.