Sunday, June 13, 2010

poor episodic memory

My siblings and I were watching I Am Legend yesterday, and I was describing the movie in my own perspective. I asked my brother if he's seen it before, and he said we watched it together in the movie theatre. My sister and E have also commented on how poor my recollection is, and it's starting to scare me. I know I don't remember events in my life vividly unless they were severely emotional experiences. My procedural memory is amazing, and my love of school continues to show how functional this memory is for me.

A classmate in my physiological psych class brought these journals about selective memory last year and it tries to find answers to why some people have the ability to "erase" memories. I have my own hypothesis using what I've learned about the brain: my amygdala focused on negative experiences for my survival as a child, and it's a pattern that I cannot fix. Throughout my life I've developed maladaptive behaviors (OCD) when exposed to similar negative or anxiety producing situations and as an adult who has finally learned productive methods of coping and acceptance for these past experiences and present similar situations... I am stuck.

I was boggled for years with why I don't remember people in my life, even if I know for certain we were good friends. My brain is just wired strangely when it comes to choosing which types of memories are going to be kept. I'm worried if this continues, I won't be able to remember happier moments, like when my child is born. We watched home videos together the other day and I'm trying to pair people with memories, but it's quite difficult. I remember when my cousins were in pain, or when something sad happened when we were together, but I don't remember doing anything fun or happy with them. I'm not trying to find memories. A professor once said sometimes memories are suppressed for a reason. It's a way for us to cope and move onward with our lives. Sometimes digging in the past will take you somewhere you don't want to be. I'm just trying to stop this pattern before I end up like Memento. That's way too creepy and exaggerated, but you know what I mean.

Friday, June 11, 2010

June not so gloomy!

It's been cloudy and not so hot, so I'm enjoying this presummer chill ^__^. I was speaking to my mom about preschool children and my new job, and she's happy that I'm happy so that makes me happy to see her happy that I am too lol. I described these fraternal boy and girl twins at the center and she told me about how my brother and I were when we were little. She said my brother was clingy to the teacher, adored her, but as for me, I could care less. I did my thing and walked from one center to the other. She said I've always been independent, and that made me smile. It's funny how it took me years to understand the circumstances that created who I am, and how my personality adjusted to these catalysts. I always wanted a mom who was a mom, but I am sure if I had one when I "wanted" it, I would not benefit from all that I've discovered on my own. I am happy to be a person who will not be a victim, and someone who is learning to forgive others. I spoke to my professor about forgiveness and happiness, and he agrees that it is one of the most difficult things to do in this lifetime.

I am thankful of learning from others, and for being realistic enough to know that I do not know it all, and everyone has something to offer me. I am grateful for my mother's growth as well. She has taken the time to discover herself, and I'm energized to see how much she is learning about this new person and having peace with her. It's something I've wanted for the women in my family for a long time--peace with oneself.

So, the women I work with are living hard times. I won't even explain, it's just hard. One thing I will comment on though, is something my friend could not empathize with: these women choose to stay in relationships that demean them. He just couldn't get it. I agreed that a woman who respects herself will not be in a relationship that is harmful to her well-being, but I can empathize with those who do not value themselves as highly as they should. And it got me sad. It just fueled my fire to get that women's support group started as soon as I can. I cannot wait. Sometimes all we need is some knowledge and a friend.