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Originally Posted by Lilly2
My friend, who is currently an officer in the Armed Forces, had to remind me about a photo that was posted. I totally forgot that, before his officer days, way back when I served as security before enlisting into the Marines, that we used to all hang out together, drink and take the after-party to the barracks where he and other enlistees resided. It's no wonder I recognized the photo that was taken (not of me, but of him, some other people I can't remember, and the side of his barracks).
I asked him where that was taken, and he said, "The barracks; you were there."
My unmentioned thought, "I was?"
It took me a while to recognize it and wonder why it seemed so familiar. "Oh, that's right, I was," I replied.
Having DID means forgetting sometimes, or maybe some sort of strange amnesia when everything gets mushed together. I wonder if I'm even the host sometimes. I faintly remember things - especially before experiencing MST and even thereafter. I forget *good* times, not just traumatic times, which kinda sucks.
Anyway, it felt nice to converse with them a bit.
I wish I didn't have amnesia or DID. Or whatever memory problems are preventing me from reconnecting with people I knew or once knew but forgot about.
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I can so relate to this! Something similar happened to me when a friend from my teen years posted a picture of her wedding and it popped up on my Facebook feed.
I had a “knowledge” that I was in her wedding, but I had no real memory of it. I still don’t even though I have tried to go back and find it.
When I saw the picture on my computer screen I didn’t know what to think! I looked at the picture and there was a bridesmaid that I thought was me. There was another one that had a shirt on that looked vaguely familiar and I didn’t know who that person was. It was a really strange feeling. I was more curious to find out who that person was.
I struggled with it for a while and finally decided to message my friend and ask her who that person was. We hadn’t been in contact for decades and I didn’t know what she would think.
It turned out, the person I thought was me in the picture wasn’t me and the person in the shirt that looked familiar was me. It’s such a weird feeling to know, and see, that I was there but have no recall of it and obviously couldn’t pick myself out of the picture.
We were really good friends and there’s just nothing there.