[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.

[Amyjay]

I don't like seeing people from my past for this reason. I never know what they know about me. I usually don't remember anything they talk about. It brings me face to face with my own amnesia.
I don't know what I don't know. I don't like coming face to face with things that others know about me, but I don't. I don't like coming face to face with my Blank.

[Lilly2]

Originally Posted by Amyjay

I don't like seeing people from my past for this reason. I never know what they know about me. I usually don't remember anything they talk about. It brings me face to face with my own amnesia.
I don't know what I don't know. I don't like coming face to face with things that others know about me, but I don't. I don't like coming face to face with my Blank.

Me too. I just accepted a friend on FB, a fellow veteran, whom I am supposed to know from 20 plus years ago. He is nice, and he is a friend of a friend whom we both know well, and they are both happily married, but I cannot remember him. They said we had the best of times 20 plus years ago. He told me it was nice catching up! I am like, what? In my mind. Both of them wish me well. I explained that I am service-connected disabled with amnesia. They sorta understood. It is not exactly a lie, but there is no way in hell they would believe DID.

I wish I could remember the good old days.

I am now learning about this old friend who is my new friend in my mind. Strange. Brings back my losing time and blacking out days, which is scary.

Safe hugs.

I am on my cell, so it is too hard for me to deal with emoticons. BTW.

[Lilly2]

I progressed from veteran member to grand member. That was fast. 😆

[vultureculture]

Word of Advice

I am glad you are sharing, please don't allow therapist to create your writing speaking destiny to only be limited to and office building. Please don't just try to limit ours either.

[TrailRunner14]

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.

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.

[Lilly2]

Originally Posted by TrailRunner14

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.

Thank you @Trailrunner (((safe hugs))) I'm sorry you struggled with this, too. It's hard to figure out what to say in such cases. Thank you for relating.

[Breaking Dawn]

Dear Lilly, There are things in the outside world that aren't right. And I am so glad we are friends here at PC. Lots of safe hugs, Breaking Dawn

[Fuzzybear]

((( safe hugs )))