Childhood Memories

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Having this discussion with my wife. I've attached the photo in question. My argument- that our generation has this song stored deep in the memory banks. Word for word. And this photo can prove it. Her argument- This isn't as deep as you're making it out to be. 😒 submitted by /u/TooShy4Life907 to r/Millennials [link] [comments]

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I'm 40, and I realized recently I remember only fragments of my childhood. None of those memories are vivid, I just know it happened. The main thing I do remember about my childhood is my father often getting angry at my mother when something didn't go his way, her being scared of him, and me staying calm and talking him out of it, even when I was young. I also remember him boasting what a great husband and father he was, and how much better he was than his own parents (who I later learned were deeply traumatized, my grandfather from survivor's guilt in WW2 and my grandmother from losing her father at age 6). I remember him praising me about how little emotion I showed. I don't remember seeing any affection from them, which my sister confirmed when I asked decades later (she remembers much more than I do). While my father did often organize vacations, I could name some of the destinations but I can visualize maybe a handful of scenes at most. I don't remember any conversation I had with my parents as a child, though I know I must have had them. I remember especially little of my mother. She passed away 8 years ago. I don't have a single vivid memory of her even when I was an adult. At this point, I feel I wouldn't even recognize her if I saw her on the street (which obviously won't happen). Anyone else feel this way? BTW if there are any parents out here, be sure to break the cycle. Until I realized, I was repeating the pattern of emotional neglect (though without the anger) and my 11 year old already started copying my dismissive avoidant behaviors. They improved so much when I apologized, starting regularly hugging them, and started giving attention to their feelings and encouraging them to share them. submitted by /u/kluizenaar to r/emotionalneglect [link] [comments]

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Hey Toastmasters! I spoke about my best childhood memory during a Table Topics session, and I wanted to share it here too. I was around 13, and my elder brother was about 23. He was a bit of a wanderer back then. He never really stuck to a job. He would join somewhere, work for 10 days or so, then leave, usually with part of his pay. One evening, he came home and showed me an insurance document. He had bought an insurance policy for me and paid the first installment. At that age, I did not think much of it. But that moment stayed with me. Years later, when I started working and understood what insurance really meant, I asked myself, why did my brother get insurance for me? And also, is insurance even recommended for a 13-year-old, or should the child simply be a nominee instead? He could not afford to pay the second installment, and that was fine. The gesture mattered more than the policy itself. Looking back, I realised what he was trying to tell me, without saying a word. He cared for me. He wanted me to know he was there for me. And in his own way, he always has been. This was my response to the Table Topic, “What is your favourite childhood memory?” Would love to hear how others have used personal stories for impromptu speeches! submitted by /u/tamilselvan_t to r/Toastmasters [link] [comments]

I’m sharing this on here because I’m looking for answers, and the few trusted friends IRL I’ve mentioned this to have no idea about it either. Basically, I was a kid, about 5-9 years old, and my family was going on some sort of short trip..? I’m not sure where to, I just know we were supposed to leave in the afternoon and go back close to midnight. So, they’re already out of the garage, in the car waiting in front of the house for me, I get inside. My dad, mom, older brother are all there. Here’s where it gets really fucking disturbing. Once i get inside the car, i hear CONSTANT muffled noise, like somebody’s trying to scream but their mouth is taped shut. I turn around back and forth, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, the first thought that came to my head was there was something wrong with the car. The noise doesn’t seem to stop, and my dad still hasn’t started driving for some reason, so I ask worryingly “Where’s that noise coming from”. My brother, who’s sitting next to me, turns to me and with a stone cold face says “Turn around.”. Mind you, I was sitting in the fucking backseat, the only thing behind me was the trunk. Kid me turns around, and sees a neighbour driving to their house through the little trunk window, WHICH MAKES ME SO FUCKING ANXIOUS, because I know this shit happened, it’s too fucking realistic. I still haven’t figured out where the noise is coming from. I thought to myself, I really have to see what’s in the trunk. At the same time of those thoughts my dad starts driving, so there’s no fucking way for me to check what’s in the trunk now. And that’s it. I don’t remember anything else. It’s like somebody cut the video completely. The next thing I remember is waking up in the car when we’re returning from “the trip”. And the first thing I do after waking up is ask what the hell did all of that shit mean. My parents laugh it off and call me crazy, and my brother insists nothing like that ever happened. But I know it did, It was simply too fucking realistic. You don’t remember dreams like that, And I have NEVER had a dream EVEN CLOSE to being literally 1:1 with reality. MOREOVER, MIND YOU, I’m getting fucking OVERWHELMINGLY ANXIOUS typing all of this out, my brain hates thinking about it. I’m getting goosebumps all over my body. Hand to god, i’m not making this up. I can put my own life on this too. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE COME FORTH WITH SOMEWHAT OF A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS, or is this some fucking paranormal experience i’ll NEVER understand. Please help me understand. submitted by /u/Competitive_Ad_4276 to r/Paranormal [link] [comments]

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/lalu014 After I (36F) told my Dad and Stepmom (both late 50s) about my engagement and their response triggered me to suddenly remember years of repressed childhood memories and now I do not know how to move forward with our relationship. Originally posted to r/relationship_advice TRIGGER WARNING: child abuse MOOD SPOILER: sad and depressing but looking up for OOP Original Post July 19, 2019 Long post, but there's kind of a lot to this... Repressed childhood memories coming back? I have heard of this happening but I honestly never thought I'd experience it and holy shit this has been jarring. My Dad and stepmom have been together since I was age 3, so 33 years. My childhood was a disaster zone. I have lost large chunks of time where it is a big blank area. I thought it was maybe because I had to take so much Benedryl as a kid because my allergies were so bad that I didn't remember much. Now I think the memory loss is mostly trauma-related. Dark murky memories would come up but I have had no real timeline of my childhood. My mom was married many (many) times and we moved a lot and she had a baby and then another baby and then two more babies. I can sometimes piece together a home we lived in, or what school I went to when, but it is all a blur. I was both my parents first child and the baby of teenage marriage. There was alcoholism and drug use and chaos. Somethings have always stood out... Like the time a stepdad put a gun to my mom's head. Or, my sister being born. Or, times when we had to move out fast and we were told to start throwing the things we wanted into garbage bags and put them into the car. My mom and I were very close and I was kind of her copilot through all the crap. Crazy as our life was, I loved the hell out of her and she died 2 years ago from cancer. All in all, I have had a kind of hero through it - my dad. ​ About a year ago, my dad, stepmom and I were sitting outside around a backyard fire having drinks and real talk. He said something that surprised me, which was that I had lived with them as a kid for a period of about 4-5 years. This was news to me. I had not remembered living with them for that long at all. In my head, it was maybe 6 months. My dad was hurt I did not remember living with them. During that time, my stepmom apologized for being so mean to me during my childhood. I shrugged it off and joked, "Well, I guess its water under the bridge since I don't remember." She said, "no, I was really mean." And, I said, "It's okay. All of it has come around. We are good now." ​ Fast forward to two days ago. Over the weekend, the man I love got down on knees and asked me to marry him. Magical moment and we have been very happy. In fact, it's the first relationship I have ever felt safe in, but it takes work and effort for me to trust. I tell my Dad and stepmom the news and watch the whole thing turn and capsize. My dad makes a comment about how I had to beat my sister to a ring (my sister is their daughter/ my half-sister and is in a serious relationship that is also leading to marriage soon). I am struck. I do not feel competitive with my sister and she and I have always celebrated each other's victories. Then, my stepmom asks about where and when and I tell her it might be a year out and she starts making excuses about how she will not be able to go, not willing to go, but tells my dad he can go. I hear this and know my dad will not ever take a trip without her and start to panic that he will not come to my wedding. The comments pile and mount, one on top of the other, until my whole body is trembling. Although I have been sober for over a year suddenly I want nothing more than to drink. But, I do not drink and say everything is "fine" when asked and try to leave on a good note to make sense of my feelings in private. ​ Something that needs to be explained is that there has always been a strain with stepmom and me. I try hard to do things right, but I am scared of her and always have been. As an adult woman, she still scares me. She is incredibly controlling, powerful, dominating and it is hard. My tactic in avoiding being a target of her passive-aggressive behavior and anger is just to be super nice. Nice all the time. Smile. Swallow. Repeat. ​ When I came home from the engagement announcement, it was like the flood gates opened. One memory cascades into another and another and another. Suddenly I can recall being 7 and 10 and 12 and all the fear I had as a child in their home. I remember how much she hated me. The name-calling. The scapegoating. I remember sucking back tears and being told not to cry at all. I remember hearing all the time "You're fine." I remember the secrets I had to keep about how mean she was. I remember walking down the hallway in our home and being pushed into another room while my dad watched TV in the living room and her whisper-screaming that I was a brat and a terrible child and was ruining her marriage and being told to say nothing to my dad. I remembered she controlled my sleep habits. I have always slept on my stomach but she required that I slept on my side to face my little sister at night and would come into the room in the middle of the night and catch me on my stomach and wake me up to yell at me and tell me to go back on my side. She controlled the relationship I had with my dad. We could not do anything she was not a part of, did not supervise, or control. I remember being cornered again and again. I was targeted and she was after me and it was relentless. I remember her sisters telling me how sorry they were and that is was not okay for me to be treated this way. She was a relentless bully. I remember my sister who is 7 years younger, always trying to protect me and shield me from her mom. I remember being taunted and teased and made fun of. I remember one time she yelled at me out front of our house and I got so scared I peed my pants and had to run inside and change. I remember our neighbors saying that I was safe in their home and if I ever made a mistake in their house they would not tell my stepmom. I remember when I left my dad and stepmom's house to move back with my mom that they took down all my photos from the walls and told me they would be fostering or adopting a kid to fill my place. When I moved back with my mom life changed and was chaotic in the way it was with my mom so I think I just forgot all of this stuff and kept going. But with this sudden flash of remembering everything now, there is just anger. Layers and layers of anger. Anger that my dad did not stand up for me. Anger about what they knew, but I did not. A huge sense of abandonment. What the hell is this? How can I have forgotten all of this? How does it just sweep from view? ​ In my head, I rage at her and the main thing I say is, "Guess what? Now I remember." ​ I sent them a text. A sheepish way to confront it, but for once I stood up for myself. It was very hard and my whole body quaked and trembled. They did not respond. ​ The thing is... they have been trying in the past few years. They moved to my state. They want a relationship with me. She did apologize back in the yard that day. I know my dad loves me and tried in his own way to protect me. I don't think I will get any sense of accountability from them. But, now it's like this mystery has unlocked inside me. I always felt unsafe around her. I never felt like even when she has been nice to me as an adult like I could trust her. Now I know why. ​ I think I am about to lose this last remaining chunk of parents I had. My mom is gone and I have continued to work through all the things that happened with her and will head back to therapy to deal with the rest... ​ My sister asked what I want to come of all of this. Why put it all towards them? What kind of battle am I setting out to wage? And, I really don't know. I didn't see this coming and I am at a loss. I feel guilty for bringing this up. Like, I am going to wreck the family. But I am also furious. I want them to have to hear it all from me. I want to ask my dad what he did and did not know. I want her confession. I feel like I can already hear my dad telling me not to be so dramatic, and yet, I feel like I will not be able to stuff this one back in. ​ How can I rehash something that I only now remember? Is it worth it to even try or do I just salvage a fake relationship for the sake of having one? I feel bad about feeling sorry for myself. Is there anything that will come from holding them accountable or am I just headed down a path of anger and victimhood? I wonder if we can even have a relationship from here... ​ TL;DR: I recently told my dad and stepmom I was getting engaged. My dad brought up my sister's likely engagement immediately and completely derailed my news. My stepmom said she wouldn't be coming to my wedding. It brought up years of bullying from my stepmom and neglect from my dad that I had forgotten all about. Now I do not know if I can or want to have a relationship with them and feel insanely guilty for even bringing it up. RELEVANT COMMENTS Wizardrywanderingwoo Forgive me for ignoring the big crux of this issue, but I'm stalled at: what's her angle here? They've been 'trying' to better their relationship with you. But then you give happy news and she makes a baseless claim of sisterly competition and immediately can't attend? Why? What does she still hold against you now? Why? Obviously she harbors some bullshit reasoning as to why she dislikes you so much and she's got to skate by thus far on your inability to remember the early days of her abuse. But this was an out, she didn't have to say she was unable to attend. She's choosing to still be a shitty person to you. OOP You have hit on one of the more confusing aspects and I think why this made it all come up and out... It's still the same behavior from both, really. That is why I am kind of at a loss where faith in any change is concerned. Feels like if we are going to remain a family and spend time together then I will have to accept the underhanded comments that I have always been aware of. Thanks for pointing this out it helps me feel less crazy. TOP COMMENT shybonobo Hi ! Old damaged person here. I have one piece of advice, which is to let it sit a while. Think it over. Allow your initial reaction to crest and recede. Then decide what to do. Otherwise all the buried hurt will come boiling out and it will go badly. As for what to actually do? Parents are overrated. I know, I'm one of them. Build a strong family of your own and don't worry about them. They sucked when it mattered and now they're good when it doesn't matter. Edit/Update: Wow. This went... I figured this would be my own private story/rant for a few eyes in a corner of Reddit. I did not expect this response. I've been battling with wanting to take it down now. My fiance has encouraged me not to. I've been panicking that my parents will see this. I do not want to hurt them. There is no part of me that wants that. Even in anger. I just want them to know and be honest, without downplaying what it actually was. Not sure that will happen. Pretty unlikely, but its a want. As for what to do about it. I will head off to EMDR and have a handful of referrals for Monday. I will take the "Damaged Old Person's" advice (thank you) and move slowly here and get help and not go scorched earth just yet. Thanks for the help, encouragement, and congrats. As for my partner, which a few posts have asked about... I think he has been a huge reason this is coming out. I think the security of our home and relationship, plus lack of booze as a coping strategy, has meant that now there is the opportunity to actually feel things? I dunno. New territory. He has been hugely supportive in all areas of my life. He is sober, too. A processor. A thoughtful person and we have sat and read some of the responses together and appreciated the insights and conversation. As for those questioning validity of my memories, or repressed childhood stuff? New territory also. Like I said at the top, I had heard of this but didn't know it was an actual thing till I was in it. I can only speak to my experience right now as it is occurring and it's been like a download of fresh information complete with recalling my home, surroundings, time of day, where I stood, where others stood, facial expressions, tone, who was there, what was said... So, no my brain didn't just fabricate a false set of memories. I feel the truth of all of these things in my core. This stuff was in me and there is not a question of its reality. The blanks have just been filled in. It feels like a very unfortunate Aha moment. Thanks for all of those who have shared their own personal stories of hardship and pain... Man, some of us have walked some really tough roads. I'm sorry for you all, too. Someone shared a link to an article about how isolating abuse is. It's true. Makes me feel crazy. There is a strange solace in knowing others are out there powering through their own pain, too. Take good care. Update - raeddit Oct 29, 2019 (3 months later) Well, Reddit, its been 3 months and I could not have anticipated the way this was gonna go back then... I want to thank everyone who offered real advice and support. I am very appreciative of having some objective voices weigh in. I did what everyone encouraged me to do and hauled my butt to therapy. I shopped for therapists and found a really stellar one. He is compassionate, attentive and clear. I also got involved in ACOA (Adult Children of Alcoholics), which has been helpful for me. My response for a long while was just to hunker down. My sister decided she did not want to speak about this topic with me, so we have distant. My dad and I went almost 3 months without speaking. He would text inquiring or asking to meet, and then cancel our meetings. I have avoided speaking with my stepmom all together. My fiance and I have gotten closer through this experience. I have leaned on him and he has been really supportive. We are doing joint therapy to work on making sure this does not affect the level of trust and safety we can have as we move into marriage. Emotionally, I have not been too well. This experience called a narrative and history into question. The shift that has taken place has been sobering and disheartening, but it also feels like a lot of who I am and my makeup has kind of clicked into view. I have that, among many other things, to be grateful for. All this hard stuff has led to some answers, even if they aren't the ones I wanted. My Dad and I finally spoke on Saturday. It went precisely as I could have imagined. Probably, about as precisely as many of the commenters warned it would go, honestly. I went back this morning and reread a lot of the comments before writing this and was shocked by how right everyone was... Bottom line: Dad has doubled down on "Nothing Happened Here" During our call, he said he did not want to talk about any of this but then went on to say how much I am to blame for the bulk of it. He said he has always felt in the middle of our "battles." I truly didn't understand this. I have always felt incredibly passive with my stepmom and rarely did anything to defy her. When I questioned this, he said, "you always said things - like "you aren't my mom, don't tell me what to do." I told him I had no recollection of ever saying this. He said it was when I was 4. "You had it out for her from the beginning". The call was confounding. He told me that maybe he should have not tried to stay in my life and just done what his dad had done and walk away. He said this might have been better for me and part of him wishes now that he had just left and started a new family. He said it probably would have been better for everyone if he had done it this way. He made references to me being like my mom. He said I always liked her more because of all the drama. He said this was me just bringing up more drama. I stopped trying to explain any bit of myself during the call and went quiet. There was blame, gaslighting, denial, hostility, passive aggression, all of it. The odd thing about all of it was despite him offering no validation of what did happen or is happening now, I feel validated. In my gut, I knew that was the way it would go. At least I know why I didn't ever stand up for myself. There was never much room to... I told him at least this much, that I knew this was the response he would give. Didn't expect to hear him say he wished he had just walked away, but there it was. He sees me as the problem child and my feeling of being the scapegoat here was presented in clear view. Maddening, a little, because I never even talked back as a kid. All in all, I am thinking this is one I just let go of and step back entirely. I could not have imagined ever stepping away from family, but it does feel like the sanest thing to do. I will continue to focus on healing, on therapy, on figuring out this business of trust. Thanks again. Best to you. TLDR - The internet weighed in, a lot of you with experience in this arena were correct... This isn't something we are going to come back from, but there is a light at the end of all it, regardless. And, therapy is a good thing. THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

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When my younger brother (20 now) was 6, he went through a huge Harry Potter phase. He loved the wizarding world and believed he might meet ‘Harry Potter’ (Daniel Radcliffe) or the other characters on a family trip to Scotland since Hogwarts was ‘there.’ No one promised him this, but he convinced himself it could happen. Sadly, the trip was canceled after our grandpa passed away, and my brother was devastated for both reasons. To cheer him up, I decided to craft a 'souvenir'. I was 16 and had just discovered photoshop, so I edited a picture of my brother with Daniel Radcliffe to make it look like they'd met. I printed it, framed it, and gave it to him without telling him it was fake. He loved it and fully believed he’d met Daniel. Soon, he had an entire story about the meeting; what they talked about, how Daniel hugged him, etc. It was so sweet, and none of us (my family and I) had the heart to tell him the truth. Fast forward 14 years, and my brother still didn’t know that the old, low quality picture of him meeting Daniel Radcliffe is fake. I never told him because his memory of the fake meeting felt so real to him that it became one of his proudest stories. Over time the memory became less important and the framed picture had been packed away in some box, and my brother has long outgrown his Harry Potter obsession. Yesterday, however, we were at our parents' home and we were bringing up old memories, you know how it goes. The story of meeting Daniel Radcliffe came up, and thinking it was harmless, I told him the truth. I thought he’d laugh but instead he got visibly upset. He didn’t want to believe me at first, thinking I was messing with him. I told him the real story of how and why I did it. He told me that it feels like I robbed him of a real childhood memory that he really cherished, and he feels embarrassed thinking about all the times he's told people about meeting Daniel Radcliffe in person, even recently. We ended our conversation on a semi-good note, though. I apologised for not telling him sooner, because I do feel bad that it meant so much to him even now. But I don’t regret it. Back then, it made him so happy during a rough time, and I don’t regret giving him that joy. I just didn't realize how much it still meant to him. So I'm just wondering, am (or was) I the a-hole? submitted by /u/FunFace3389 to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]

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What i remember most is feeling confused and how nothing that happened in my life was ever about me, it was always about someone else. For example i always saw my schoolmates get attention and praise even affection that i never got and it made me bitter and resentful, i got desperate and did weird things trying to get attention but it only got me in more trouble. What i realised is only time i was considered "good kid" is when i made myself pretty much invisible. Never express any desires, wants, needs just stay quiet all the time that is when i felt most rewarded which is fucked up because those feelings and experiences established the foundation for what my life is now. It's so goddamn hard to replace that foundation on which the whole building is standing if only i could go back and reach out for help in school, but by the time i had the chance to do that i felt so little, zero confidence, i felt like i got no credibility, that noone would believe me or take me seriously, i was already pounded into submission and discredited so many times i felt completely powerless. Also how could i know my foster parents would be any better, nothing was certain . There was a million things that could go wrong and the fear that anything i did, would only make my situation worse always got the better of me. submitted by /u/No_Entrepreneur_8214 to r/raisedbynarcissists [link] [comments]

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So I was ruminating about that past, never a good start, and my brain reminded me of a memory I've long since forgotten. I was introduced to the concept of sex earlier than I wanted to because of early adverse sexual experiences I won't go into now. But I remember when I was in 3rdish grade or so, after a night party in my home where my parents got drunk and bitter as usual, my mom was clearly too drunk to stand or do much of anything, and my dad had to walk her to their room. Later, I overheard grunting coming from their room, and I saw my father having sex with my mother's unresponsive passed out body. I quickly left. The next morning, like a dumbass, I mentioned how annoying it was to try to sleep while dad was grunting like that. My mom asked what I meant. I said how I know they had sex last night. My mom's face dropped and my dad got instantly angry. They blew up into an argument, about how my mom "doesn't want him doing that to me while I'm drunk". Of course my dad gave me shit for it when we were 1 on 1 in a room. I just thought of it was yet another instance of my parents drunkingly yelling at each other and my dad scaring me as usual. But now that I think about it as an adult, it's a way more sinister picture than I may have first realized. But yeah. submitted by /u/seb69420 to r/SeriousConversation [link] [comments]

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I'm not sure if this is normal, but I don't really remember moments from my childhood. I have absolutely no idea what I did after school and I only remember a handful of moments in the classroom in elementary school. Sometimes I wonder if I had a traumatic experience that blocked out my childhood. I feel like everyone else I know has more vivid memories of their childhood than I do. edit: Thought it might be important to include that I am currently in my mid-20s, but I realized that I didn't remember my childhood probably around age 20-21. edit 2: Multiple people have asked but I didn't do any drugs and I have had one mild head injury due to an accident in elementary school but it wasn't a concussion. Not diagnosed with ADHD but sometimes I wonder if I do have it if I got that checked out. Pretty confident I do not have depression or anxiety either. submitted by /u/kytb to r/TooAfraidToAsk [link] [comments]