Here is a simple statement that almost sums me up in one sentence. I don’t remember a time that I simply don’t remember.

While this peculiarity of my personality does at times serve me extremely well (in my previous life playing PA my boss found it a combination of amusing and informative, especially when it came to recalling dates and events) the fact that it NEVER switches itself into off mode can also be a little tiring. Like the heady scent of Jasmine in the summer, happy recollections from far ago can swirl around and send you flying back into that treasured moment, but there is also the paradox of the more painful recalls. They can leave you feeling raw, exposed and anxious; my emotions are so intricately interwoven with this constant state of remembrance that one little memory can trigger a full range of feelings, from happiness to heartbreak and everything in between. Not to mention being so easily propelled into the past makes it pretty darn hard to live in the present moment…
And after being surprised that not everyone could recount their exact events this time last week, last year, 5 or 15 years ago, imagine my relief when I discovered I am not the only one who lives (and re-lives!) their life through a vivid mind’s eye, as if a show reel of my life was on constant repeat
Freak show? Maybe. But at least I am no longer alone!
Enter Jill Price, via the Oprah Winfrey Show, who suffers from the same “unforgettable” affliction as me! After being greeted with sarcasm for sporting this odd gift, it was comforting to know someone else understood this same idiosyncrasy I’d been shackled with. And reassured too, to hear it even has an official fancy-pants medical term: hypothyemezia
The constant feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed her at times, as it would also do to me. Having every memory at the fore of your mind, and the fact that each carries with it an immediate emotional response, can mean you run the risk of walking in a constant state of alarm. And while I do feel like I can mostly control mine, it only takes a particular, sometimes completely ordinary occurrence, for the trigger of this loaded gun to fire with a vengeance. Such as the other day when I was in the supermarket and a song came on the radio that I identified with as a “break-up” song from when I was 16. Suddenly I was thrust back to that the days following that upsetting event, to the exact moment I heard this sad song for the first time. The image of me standing near the counter in a Just Jeans shop on a Saturday, killing time I was to start my weekend job at Video Ezy, my heart swollen with teenage angst engulfed me. Yes, almost two decades on those emotional demons still hovered in the far corner of my mind, and I had to physically shake them from my consciousness.
It can be a heavy curse that weighs upon you, as blissful relief from the permanent reminiscent ramblings of my mind seems to be hard to come by when your mind has morphed into a gymnast, leaping from one recollection to the next EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY.
And no doubt explains while it’s taken almost two and a half years for me to get over the distressing childbirth experience. Because people, I am not like those who say labour is “just one day and you forget it the minute it’s all over.” Not, it would seem, if you have an Elephant memory like mine!!
I think Harrison is in danger of inheriting this trait too – you only have to make passing reference to something once and he’ll suddenly remind you of it at some stage, even up to a month on. Pity his poor friends in the playground – any slight is bound to be trotted out of his little memory bank for months to come!
I guess the real irony of it all is that while I can recount to you such useful details as I what was happening in the world 5, 10 or 20 years ago to the day (and usually throw in what I was wearing for good measure), send me to the shops with a Grocery List and I am bound to fail to buy something that is on it. Hell, sometimes I even forget the actual list! So yes, while my long term memory is that to rival my ivory tusked large friends, my short term memory is shite – something I am bound to unfortunately never forget.. 🙂

Wow how interesting.
Whilst I can’t recall things the way you do I have that emotional interwoven-ness (yeah, I just made that word up) and it’s like I never “get over” anything, all the emotions are just under the surface and the slightest scratch it’s like it just all happened. It means I cry a lot and I hate it.
Combine my emotional memory with my husband’s photographic memory and you get a strange set of interesting conversations and debates (and fights!) as we both “know” about something but not necessarily the same things!
Oh my God Donna – I was remembering that “break-up” day vividly on Thursday. Hearing you in the shower crying your eyes out, sobbing and sobbing. It broke my heart to hear you……… The “affliction” runs in the family, I have it too, but not near as strong as your Aunt Sue, your Granddad Goodwin and your Great Grandma Goodwin. My memories seem to run only to moments in time that are either very special to me, or the worst moments of my life. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately which in due course brought your break-up shower scene to my mind. Keep writing Donna, you are amazing. Luv you heaps. xxx
That is such an amazing thing. I can imagine it would also be a very heavy burden to bear as well. I’m absolutely fascinated. It made me giggle though reading about sending you to the shops with a list 🙂
I have a terrible memory, Donna, and have always longed to have an amazing one. I can see that the grass isn’t greener on the other side in this instance either! x
It’s a gift and a curse, hey?
Happy FYBF, Donna.xx
Anyone who trots out the ‘its only one day of your life’ line is lying. It might be one day but its the biggest rollercoaster day of your life = physically and emotionally. I think that the issue of the constant reminders of remembering is the key – whilst reflecting is nice, being bombarded with all the superfluous detail is hard going.
My babies are both fab rememberers – it comes in handy, they find stuff around the house for me now!
Thanks for linking up x