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Originally Posted by Violet Blue
I understand. My dad died when I was in fourth grade. I remember my first day of kindergarten and even dresses I wore in second grade! I remember being told he died. The wake. The funeral. The cemetery. Memories of my dad? Nope. Nothing. Zero.
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Really? I'm sorry about your Dad
So, you can remember the details around the trauma. I also remember my Mom on the morning of my brother's funeral and how people treated me different. I just think of forgetting as a self-defense mechanism for my brain, but I get confused between the two labels. I thought blackouts could be when a person gets violent and has no recollection of the event.
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