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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.
This is only tangentially related to the post, but when I go on holiday or similar, I often find myself stressing out about whether I forgot to lock the door. To help me to remember that I did it, I will do something silly when locking up. Last time, I got on my knees and booped the door handle with my nose. The time before that, I think I did the macarena. It can be anything, as long as it’s distinctive enough to stick out in my memory. That requirement is why it only works for occasional things, such as holidays.
It’s small, but it’s something I’m really proud of thinking of, because it helps in a definite, concrete way.