I recently confided in someone about the vague and limited nature of my childhood memories. Unfortunately, they struggled to comprehend my experience, expressing disbelief with a simple “I don’t believe you.” Lacking the appropriate words to articulate my condition, I decided to delve into research this morning. I discovered Dissociative Amnesia, a real phenomenon serving as a coping mechanism for traumatic events. It appears to be treatable, with many individuals reclaiming their lost memories .https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/9789-dissociative-amnesia
However, I question the significance of attempting to recover memories that my mind evidently suppressed as a means of self-preservation. The lack of those memories doesn’t bother me, as far as I am concern they can stay buried in my subconscious. What unsettles me even more is being labeled a liar simply because others fail to understand or possess misinformation. Perhaps the more pertinent inquiry should be why it matters so much for others to believe me.
While I am aware of the events that transpired and the roots of my personality issues, I wonder if treatment to recover my memories would alleviate my struggles with relationships and trust. Despite, self examination and seeking a spiritual help, in addition to mental health professionals including antidepressants these actions have not provided me with complete resolutions. If there were a guarantee that unearthing traumatic memories would eradicate interpersonal issues and instill trust, I would eagerly pursue it. Unfortunately, no such assurance exists. So again question would recovering and reliving childhood traumas really help me?
Despite these efforts, the adage by M. Scott Peck that “Life is difficult” remains profoundly accurate.