I feel really crazy today after a ton of repressed memories came flooding back. I'm 20 I was molested by my brother when I was like 7 and he was 13, a couple of times. It disguts me. I thought that I've told no one about this and kept it a secret until last night when I was flooded with repressed memories of telling a bunch of people in the past. This is very strange to me I was unaware that the brain could block out such memories.
Firstly, something triggered my memory last night and I somehow remembered with clarity confessing to a number of different people on separate occasions, that I had been molested, each of these memories were from times when I was "blackout" drunk . It seems as if my mind and memory built a wall around these confessions to protect me from realizing what I have said, until it all came back to me last night.
The first of these remembered confessions was to my mother. About a year and a half ago I was blackout drunk and confessed to my mother that I had been molested. I completely forgot or repressed this memory until now.
Likewise about six months after that, I was blackout drunk again and confessed to my friend about it as well. At the time he told me that I had told him that once before when I was really drunk but forgot. I completely had no memory of this when it happened as well, I kinda thought it was a bad dream.
About six months after that, I was drinking with a group of friends from high school when I had a too much alcohol and confessed to them about my abuse as a kid. I completely forgot about this as it happened, until yesterday. This was the most embarrassing of the repressed memories because I barely talk to these guys and they know my deepest scars.
This is where it gets weird: I remember this event to be weird because I was in a particularly dissociative state when I was telling my friends what happened, and one of my friends (a psych major) explained to me that I had told this years ago. He told me to make eye-contact with him and said that I was having a repressed memory and I probably wasn't going to remember that conversation. I forgot that we even talked about it twenty minutes after it happened, but I remembered it all last night with clarity.
A few months after that, I had a few too many with a buddy of mine and confessed to him as well. I didn't remember doing it after it happened. This came back to me as well last night. Oddly when it happened I told him that he was the first person I told about it, which was untrue, but I thought it was completely honest.
After my mind was flooded with these repressed memories all at once last night I felt like I was crazy as hell that my mind could willfully block out such things for so many months. Just yesterday I thought that I could keep this shit to myself... Wow. ouch
Firstly, something triggered my memory last night and I somehow remembered with clarity confessing to a number of different people on separate occasions, that I had been molested, each of these memories were from times when I was "blackout" drunk . It seems as if my mind and memory built a wall around these confessions to protect me from realizing what I have said, until it all came back to me last night.
The first of these remembered confessions was to my mother. About a year and a half ago I was blackout drunk and confessed to my mother that I had been molested. I completely forgot or repressed this memory until now.
Likewise about six months after that, I was blackout drunk again and confessed to my friend about it as well. At the time he told me that I had told him that once before when I was really drunk but forgot. I completely had no memory of this when it happened as well, I kinda thought it was a bad dream.
About six months after that, I was drinking with a group of friends from high school when I had a too much alcohol and confessed to them about my abuse as a kid. I completely forgot about this as it happened, until yesterday. This was the most embarrassing of the repressed memories because I barely talk to these guys and they know my deepest scars.
This is where it gets weird: I remember this event to be weird because I was in a particularly dissociative state when I was telling my friends what happened, and one of my friends (a psych major) explained to me that I had told this years ago. He told me to make eye-contact with him and said that I was having a repressed memory and I probably wasn't going to remember that conversation. I forgot that we even talked about it twenty minutes after it happened, but I remembered it all last night with clarity.
A few months after that, I had a few too many with a buddy of mine and confessed to him as well. I didn't remember doing it after it happened. This came back to me as well last night. Oddly when it happened I told him that he was the first person I told about it, which was untrue, but I thought it was completely honest.
After my mind was flooded with these repressed memories all at once last night I felt like I was crazy as hell that my mind could willfully block out such things for so many months. Just yesterday I thought that I could keep this shit to myself... Wow. ouch