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There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.
ace-disgrace-on-the-case - Here’s the thing I feel like a lot of folks don’t get: I’m not trying to forget what you said. Honestly, I really tried not to. I can’t control what I do and don’t remember—forgetting things just happens. It’s annoying for you, I know, but for me it’s distressing as hell and when you make a big deal out of it rather than just reminding me you make me feel ashamed. I’ll remember that, at least.
It costs you nothing to be kind to people with memory problems. Please. It’s scary enough without people treating memory lapses as a personal failing.
^ That’s my spouse you’re talking about! I have to really get her attention dialed in if I expect her to remember a thing. Also, there’s a language barrier. I’ve started mumbling and talking fast with my Southern accent, which is fine for people around here. She’s not really understanding me though. She’s doing the same to me! When I listen to her in her home office, her English is far crisper and understandable.