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I don't really have much to say about this, but I think it's interesting and fascinating how this works.
I've had a rather traumatic life. Not going into that right now, but all I'll say is I've seen some messed up shit and had an equal amount of messed up shit thrown on me. But the thing is, I don't suppress those memories even though they probably should be. I have a vivid memory of some of the most awful events in my life. What is suppressed, however, are those social interractions that I feel sad about. Betrayals, abandonment, etc.
For example. I had a friend and I thought we were really close. We always worked together. We were paired for all our projects and whatnot. But for one project, we were paired with the other biology class to make it easier on the teacher since we shared her. His other friend was in the other class, and I thought he'd work with me and a few others. I think we needed at least 4 for the group, maybe 5? But it was myself, my friend who I"ll call J, and another friend who I'll call Q. J is pretty inoffensive and did whatever you told him to do for the assignment, but we were having some problems with Q. I remember excitedly going over to my friend to ask him if he'd join us, and he nonchalently said nah, he'd be working with another team. I felt crushed in that moment. We worked so well together and I thought we were friends.
I had a really crummy time on that project, without him the work was essentially on me and I didn't even have his company to make up for it. I also did surgery during that time and my groupmates did literally nothing, apparently expecting me to pick up the slack while recovering from being cut open :D. My brain drowned that encounter. To the point that I mostly, fail to recognise that this particular event happened, until some trigger like a conversation brings it back up to the fore. When it does come back, it hits me, hard. Almost to the point of having a mini-panic attack, that fortunately lasts for a bit, then it sinks back down. It's not just this particular encounter though. It's any my mind deems sinkable.
So what about you? Tell me about your experiences with suppressed memories.
I've had a rather traumatic life. Not going into that right now, but all I'll say is I've seen some messed up shit and had an equal amount of messed up shit thrown on me. But the thing is, I don't suppress those memories even though they probably should be. I have a vivid memory of some of the most awful events in my life. What is suppressed, however, are those social interractions that I feel sad about. Betrayals, abandonment, etc.
For example. I had a friend and I thought we were really close. We always worked together. We were paired for all our projects and whatnot. But for one project, we were paired with the other biology class to make it easier on the teacher since we shared her. His other friend was in the other class, and I thought he'd work with me and a few others. I think we needed at least 4 for the group, maybe 5? But it was myself, my friend who I"ll call J, and another friend who I'll call Q. J is pretty inoffensive and did whatever you told him to do for the assignment, but we were having some problems with Q. I remember excitedly going over to my friend to ask him if he'd join us, and he nonchalently said nah, he'd be working with another team. I felt crushed in that moment. We worked so well together and I thought we were friends.
I had a really crummy time on that project, without him the work was essentially on me and I didn't even have his company to make up for it. I also did surgery during that time and my groupmates did literally nothing, apparently expecting me to pick up the slack while recovering from being cut open :D. My brain drowned that encounter. To the point that I mostly, fail to recognise that this particular event happened, until some trigger like a conversation brings it back up to the fore. When it does come back, it hits me, hard. Almost to the point of having a mini-panic attack, that fortunately lasts for a bit, then it sinks back down. It's not just this particular encounter though. It's any my mind deems sinkable.
So what about you? Tell me about your experiences with suppressed memories.