The main thing I remember from my childhood is being afraid all the time. There was never a break from the fear.
When memories of my childhood come back to my brain, my whole body reacts. I tense up, start shaking and sweating, my mouth goes dry and my hands and feet go cold. My breathing speeds up and my chest goes tight. Even certain bodily functions stop performing as they should, or happen involuntarily.
The fact that my body reacts like this just increases the intensity of the memory, because that's exactly how my body felt at the time.
I have these "memory attacks" (as I call them) fairly often, but around my birthday is one of the worst times of year for this.
My lack of awareness of my surroundings makes this more overwhelming. I get so lost in the chaos of my own mind, and the memories I'm trapped in feel more real than the actual events occuring in the present.
My lack of sense of time exacerbates the issue, as I can't easily separate one birthday from another. It just all blends together. That goes for all days of all years, really, but when it comes to specific dates and events that people make a huge deal about, the blurring of the lines is more intense.
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
daylight savings is actually truly one of the most evil things in the world. just casually forcing us to confront the fact that time is fake while torturing insomniacs, autistics and schoolchildren across the globe. when will the agony end
sometimes my brain makes stuff up, spins stories that aren't true.
i already have a weak-at-best grasp on reality, so when my brain tells me things that aren't true, i start to doubt everything i think i know is real.
it is scary, especially when i am not sure if i made a person up in my head, not sure if they are safe and not hurt, not dead.
sometimes having my own intense world inside my head that feels more real to me than the outside world, can be good and nice. sometimes it is bad and scary.
add all that into having no sense of time, past/present/future, and fragmented memories, i have no idea what is happening, which version of what i experience is real, which parts is from the real world and which parts is added there or warped by my brain.
yes, it is a real experience for me, no matter what. but i wish i could at least have confidence in my knowledge of what is truly real, and what is not.
i feel less and less confident of this the older i get.