I had to share, because my mind is blown and I don't know whether to trust it. I was randomly searching the internet and I found something about Polaroid pictures... And how you're not supposed to shake them.
All the sudden, without a jolt of fear or desperation, I remembered my abuser telling me that. And then I see in his hand he has a picture of me he's showing me. Jesus Christ, where did this come from? I never remembered that before. I try to think about this memory, to access more but its all gone. I know some of my memories are dissociated but how do I know if it is real or not?
All the sudden, without a jolt of fear or desperation, I remembered my abuser telling me that. And then I see in his hand he has a picture of me he's showing me. Jesus Christ, where did this come from? I never remembered that before. I try to think about this memory, to access more but its all gone. I know some of my memories are dissociated but how do I know if it is real or not?