[LostMom3]

I am not sure this is where I need to post this, if not you can move it.
My sister and I were raised by a single mother that had some issues. I will go into those later. This post is about the years of my childhood that I don't remember. Not even a small glimmer of a memory. The earliest memory I have is when I am between 2 and 3 years of age. I am sitting on a couch and my sister is in a playpen, we are both crying. My mother was saying she would be back in a minute to pick us up. We didn't know the lady who was to watch us, she was a "new" babysitter.I don't remember anything elses after that until I am 7 years old. Then the memories are patchy for a few years until I am 9 years old. After the age of 9, I can remember everything clearly.
The issues with my mother were "normal" to me as a kid, but now that I am older, would really like to know what she was thinking and doing. She passed away when I was 13. Been a very long time ago.
She would wake us up in the middle of the night and tell us we were moving, and we would get into the already packed car. She would drive until she ran out of gas. That is where we would live until she decided to move again. could be 6 months or 2 years. She never would tell our father where we were living, no address or phone number until a few days before she would pack us up again. This is something dad and I have put together on info he has and info I have.
Dad says when they were together, she would all of a sudden come home in different clothes, different hairstyle, different style of make up, acting different, and even talking different. She would threaten him, pull a gun on him, and then take off and leave us for days at a time with no word. When she would come home, she would be back to "normal", clothes, hair, make up, voice, everything would be as if nothing had ever happened.
I remember as a kid, having an aunt named Linda that looked like my mom. Except she dresseed different and talked different. When aunt Linda would show up, Mom would be gone for a few days. When Mom came home, aunt would leave. When my Mom got sick with cancer, we didn't see Aunt Linda at all. I was sure she would be at the funeral. I asked other aunt about her. She told me that I did not have an Aunt Linda. We determined that Mom must have had a split personality. I talked to Dad when I got older and he confirmed that Mom had been diagnosed as Multiple Personality when I was real young.
Am wondering if her "leaving us" with Aunt Linda and strangers might have caused my memories to be buried. How do I go about retrieving lost memories?

[Leed]

Bless your heart -- I have the same problem only I don't think I want to remember. You would have to see a psychiatrist in order to retrieve your lost memories. It might take awhile to do that too. It years past, they would use drugs to retrieve those memories, but I doubt they do that anymore. Now it is thru intense therapy, which I think is better than drugs, but of course I'm no doctor so I wouldn't know.

If you want to retrieve them, have your doctor refer you to a good psychiatrist. He would know of a good one whom he would trust you to. I hope you're able to do that soon, as I'm sure it would clear up a lot of questions you have about your past. Best of luck and PLEASE let us know how things turn out, will you? I would surely like to know!!! God bless and take care. Hug, Lee

[LostMom3]

Thank you, Lee. I have a psychiatrist, but he only does the listening, diagnosing and prescribing. I am hoping he can put me in touch with someone that will give me some advice, a little knowledge(OK, alot of knowledge), and some actually real time spent on my issues. I am seeing him this week.

[whenwillitend]

My story is similar. Mom with issues, can't remember a big chunk of my childhood.

I'm not sure I want to recover the memories of those years. There must be a reason my brain blocked those out. There was a lot of abuse when I was a child, and I'm thinking something extra bad must have happened during those years.

[LostMom3]

I am not sure if I want to remember the memories of that time. My father is a therapsit where he lives and he said I need to know so I can start to heal and maybe some of my depression and anciety would stop.