i wouldn't worry too much...i remember some parts of growing up and nothing of other parts...there was a huge amount of abuse...sexual, emotional and physical. i figure it this way...the lack of memories are a blessing.

i have some...a few good memories of my mother...none...honestly of my father...and my sister...and a few good of my brother. those that i do have are okay...don't need any more, don't want any more.

i do think that as your mind and body get stronger they allow you heal and recall more....which fall under the theory "that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger" theory.

so...i'm sure that as time goes on i'll recall more...i don't worry about it like i used too...i used to wonder why i had this intense hatred of my sister from almost birth...now...i don't. something awful must have happened. don't need to know, don't want to know. i'm 51, she's 50, we haven't spoke in 19 years ..don't see things changing.

my childhood confuses me so i'm sure it confuses t..plus with all the peeps inside...geez...we both need a scorecard!