sun seeker
Diamond Member
The truth of my past is coming to me in snippets here and there, adding up to a fairly horrific whole. I will likely never have outside confirmation for most of it as my family is still either amnesic or in denial. I'd gotten used to that idea.
However, last night I was looking at a rare photograph of myself as a toddler. In one of my memories I'd convinced myself I must be remembering parts of it wrong, and therefore maybe the whole thing was wrong, because in it the living room furniture was not how I remember it being. It was a particular way, as far as I remembered, during my whole childhood, and in this memory it was placed completely differently. I figured maybe I was remembering something symbolic and not literal, like how backwards life felt at the time.
But peering closely at this photograph, worn and blurred by decades, I made a startling discovery I had never noticed before. Indeed the furniture was set up the way I saw it in my memory, even though I had no previous conscious memory of it ever being that way.
Anything like this happen to any of you?
However, last night I was looking at a rare photograph of myself as a toddler. In one of my memories I'd convinced myself I must be remembering parts of it wrong, and therefore maybe the whole thing was wrong, because in it the living room furniture was not how I remember it being. It was a particular way, as far as I remembered, during my whole childhood, and in this memory it was placed completely differently. I figured maybe I was remembering something symbolic and not literal, like how backwards life felt at the time.
But peering closely at this photograph, worn and blurred by decades, I made a startling discovery I had never noticed before. Indeed the furniture was set up the way I saw it in my memory, even though I had no previous conscious memory of it ever being that way.
Anything like this happen to any of you?