The memory loss as a feature of ptsd and dissociative disorder is rarely talked about. It’s not only ‘big holes in memories’ or ‘blank periods of time’, though of course that happens too. But you lose people from your memory too.
Relationships, friendships. People who once meant everything to you, you can’t recall their names anymore. People you only casually knew during a period of trauma can fade from your mind completely. You can’t remember what you said to someone, what conversations you had together, even the fights and the lows, it all becomes a blur, and then completely fades away.
Your life is sorted into periods of whatever trauma was going on at the moment, but you can’t recall what else took place. What you learned, what experiences you had, the normal things you did that later feel bizzare for a person in your situation to do, to be able to do. Or you don’t remember the trauma, and it’s difficult to put things into any kind of context.
And for your childhood, it’s impossible to make a timeline out of it. Events mesh together, there’s no before or after, to link an event to a year is almost impossible, for any event you can’t tell if you were 5 or 8 or 14, you try and make sense based on what else was going on in your life, except you can’t quite remember what it was. You lived one life at home, a whole another life in school or public space, another one online, and they don’t seem to be connected at any point, and to link it all in a timeline feels impossible.
The memories that don’t hold strong emotions fade first, but eventually, the ones with strong emotions fade too.
Your short term memory becomes difficult as well, it feels like an incredible strain to remember anything you did 2 weeks ago, or 2 days ago, or yesterday. If you’re reminded of something that went on a year ago, it’s a shock because you no longer remember it as something that happened at all. Your brain erases anything that ended as something that never happened, or isn’t worth recalling, or would only stress you out to think about, so you don’t, and it goes away.
Having a memory surge back is stressful, because you realize you never thought about this event, or this person, for years, and this meant something to you, it formed you and shaped your life, it made you feel something. But it was gone for so long, and probably, the second you forget it, it will be gone again. It’s hard to see who you are when you no longer know who you were. You don’t know how anyone perceives you because you don’t recall your experience together.
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Azula always lies.
saw this post by @heavenly-dusk and kinda went insane thinking abt it so i drew it, i hope you don’t mind!
Post Tresspasser, Solas spends half his time in the fade staring mournfully at Lavellan from a respectful distance; and the other half running away from Cole.
growing up as a cis girl the patriarchy told me “you’re a girl because of the way you were born, there is nothing you can do about this, you have no say in your gender” and i hated being a girl because it wasn’t my choice it was a prison and the trans community told me “you’re a girl because you say so, your view of yourself is the most important thing, if you change your mind that would be ok” and it made me proud to be a girl and feel empowered in my gender and i wasn’t trapped anymore and then terfs come along and tell me “you’re a girl because of the way you were born, there is nothing you can do about this, you have no say in your gender (but like in a woke way)” and they somehow expect me to be on their side?
If you don't know what this is referencing your are too young to be here
This meme is just so them
@lollytea mentioned it once and I just had to draw it
made a beautiful thing today and i think tumblr will appreciate it.
blank version below the cut! if you use it pls tag me, I wanna see!
Summary: He sat isolated in the middle of the empty warehouse, far from any walls or scrap that could be utilized as weapons. A thin stream of blood trickled down his temple from where he’d been struck on the head and taken out. Even Twilight couldn’t get out of this one.
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a/n: so im not really sure what this is, or if i like it that much in terms of the writing, BUT i just think twiyor should kiss and smile at each other in love. thats all
also joint missions. i need them to rub off on each other
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