I have severe memory problems. I have a series of alarm systems to keep me on track through out the day. One at 6:28 to remind me to start breakfast. Series at 10:00 am and again at 2:32 to keep me on track with morning cleaning and afternoon jewelry "stop time". Another at 3:45 to begin dinner prep and bus patrol (our children get out of school very late here, but have incredibly long vacations). I have another set of alarms at 5:00 and 5:30 for eating supper and supper clean up. Again at 8:00 for quick cleans and story time. So.. alarm in my bedroom, livingroom, my watch, laundry room and girls bedrooms. My "calendar system" is very unique too. I wont go into it all, but lets just say it is intricate!
I have many things in my home done in order every day. Like my "cleaning buckets" are in order so I know what to clean next. Everything in my home is in order. If I meet someone new and they see my home, I just say it is easier to clean up that way.... and it IS... it is just that I cannot remember where things are so if all I have to do is look in an area where things of that type are, I can just look in the sides of the "clear containers" one the shelves.
When it comes to specific events if someone mentions a reference to the time frame or even asks me directly about something I can recount with startling clarity. If I am not asked or no reference is made to "remind" me of those times, it just isn't thought about No matter how "traumatic" "happy" "joyful". If there isn't a reference made, its just blank air in there.
I often have people remark on my honesty. Most in a negative way. Even recently someone who I thought was a friend said, "No everyone can be Little Miss Never Lie." Believe me, I have been though far more than any one soul ever should. I would LOVE to lie. I just cannot remember lies. With no reference, no ability to retain memory, let alone that of a lie... just cannot pull it off!
I have a funny saying too with my doctors and husband. "Good thing I have a terrible memory otherwise this health stuff might really bumm me out!" and it is true
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