I remember things better if I have a picture or my own words to lead me back into the thought process. Words work best.
I have a pretty bad memory for people and events, except as facts that can be organized into a structural framework. Those parts are handled by a different part of the brain that seems to work just fine. But the fine detail, the 'flavor' of an experience will eventually degrade and I'll need to be reminded of what happened. I'd like to be able to blame that on the bits of brain damage I've got, but unfortunately I've always had selective amnesia where people are concerned. Maybe it got worse, but I have no way of judging that.
Maybe it was easier being kid-me if I could choose who mattered and who didn't by refusing to remember anything I didn't like. It's a form of control after all: like propaganda used inside your own head, and to much the same purpose. In a world where you have no power, it's the very first thing you have a choice in. You can't control your family or their behavior, you can't even control your body very well, but you can control who you ignore and what matters to you. You babysitter that drinks beer and makes you watch daytime TV? You keep only as much of her as you are willing to allow.
So I taught my brain to be this way, and now I'm training it to be some other way, and I've been trying for years. I think it's worked as much as it can, but I won't give up on the
mnemonic exercises. I hope I'm wrong, but in case I'm not, I want to share with you my fears in the hope that even if I forget, you won't.
I don't want to lose you. If you read this, you are important to me. But eventually the details of our meetings may be lost to me, and that frightens me. I have all the things I have
right now, but what of when these things are gone? Some of you will move away, or grow away from me, and then I will only have as much of you as I remember.
And those memories will fade.
I started keeping notes in my day planner a few years ago, and making sure to write down anything I absolutely had to remember. But I lack the skill to wrap all of an experience in few enough words to write them
and have enough time to live the life to which they belong. I wish I could trust to my brain to do all this by itself, to correlate and stack information in ways that keep all of you safely here. I don't. I'm resigned to that. It's upsetting, but not tragic. I can write some of it down. But if you want to maybe sometime go through with me and make sure that I remember something that was important to you, well, that would be nice.