Well, that's the thing about amnesia. By nature you generally won't know you have it unless it's GLARINGLY obvious.
In our case, it'd been pretty common knowledge for years that we would have information of events, but the emotions and context of them would be missing. (So, for instance, if something terrible happened to us, we would understand that this had happened and be able to recite the rough series of events to you... but the emotions would be either completely missing or so deranged and intense as to make it impossible to focus on. More often, we'd be unable to put pieces together like, "for such-and-such bad thing to happen, these OTHER things must have also happened, which also are kinda horrifying.")
For us, the big clincher, the thing that unraveled the whole sock, was that we KNEW a certain one of us was dead, but none of us could really say how we knew, or exactly when or why it happened. Digging around in records only reminded us oh hey, we went on a road trip with the relative that we knew was a child molester. (And had never been able to reason through the natural question of, "Why were we sent on this trip when the people doing the sending KNEW this about him?") When questioning other relatives, one said something like, "Oh yes, I remember that! It was so weird, y'all had to sleep in the car together, don't you remember?"
We did not. And that's when we realized that something had gone horribly wrong.
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Date: 1 Dec 2024 19:34 (UTC)In our case, it'd been pretty common knowledge for years that we would have information of events, but the emotions and context of them would be missing. (So, for instance, if something terrible happened to us, we would understand that this had happened and be able to recite the rough series of events to you... but the emotions would be either completely missing or so deranged and intense as to make it impossible to focus on. More often, we'd be unable to put pieces together like, "for such-and-such bad thing to happen, these OTHER things must have also happened, which also are kinda horrifying.")
For us, the big clincher, the thing that unraveled the whole sock, was that we KNEW a certain one of us was dead, but none of us could really say how we knew, or exactly when or why it happened. Digging around in records only reminded us oh hey, we went on a road trip with the relative that we knew was a child molester. (And had never been able to reason through the natural question of, "Why were we sent on this trip when the people doing the sending KNEW this about him?") When questioning other relatives, one said something like, "Oh yes, I remember that! It was so weird, y'all had to sleep in the car together, don't you remember?"
We did not. And that's when we realized that something had gone horribly wrong.