The same thing happened to me. I was in therapy and the T said we needed to get to the "root" of your problem. Scratching my head and thinking what in the world does he mean, so I prayed because as far as I knew, nothing that awfully bad ever happened to me. So I prayed, and out of the blue the memory of being molested as a child in my neighbor's cellar surfaced. I also had memories of much older boys in the neighborhood messing with me. Although all of these memories are I guess you might say are "fragmented", as I don't have the full details of what they did to me, I just know "stuff" happened. Anyway, I was pretty mad about all of this memory surfacing. All I can say is I was not a happy camper.

I guess in several ways it was good to have these memories surface as it explained why I always felt so dirty, smelly, and slimy and was never comfortable sitting next to anyone as I knew they could smell me too. Odd thing about that is I am a very clean person and showered several times a day and changed my clothes often throughout the day and yet I always felt dirty. Just to mention a few of my "quirks" as an adult.

I am not so angry anymore about these memories surfacing. Maybe I've just accepted it. I do believe there is more to my childhood. I just don't believe in "digging" up the past as my first T believed. If more is to surface, I am sure it will, in due time. I have let too many "yesterdays" eat me up. I am now focusing on today and trying to see the "good" things each day offers us.