I have noticed that there is a very high degree of inconsistency in my memory. I can remember every detail of the places (there were a lot of places) that I lived as a very small child. My mother was astounded recently when I drew the floor plan, including furniture placement of an apartment that we moved out of when I was 18 months old. I seem to have very strong memories from my early childhood. Then my adolescent years are more blurry. Sometimes I will be reminded of big events that I totally forgot about. For example, my sister, 4 years younger than I, reminded me of when my grandmother had a stroke while she was babysitting us around age 13, and I called 911 and sat by her side. I had totally forgotten that, and when she reminded me, only a very vague glimmer of a memory returned. It may not have been a memory at all; perhaps only a reconstruction from the details my sister gave me.
Even as recently as 5 years ago, I have deleted memories. I was talking to a guy I served with, and he was asking about some guy that was in my division (a division of 8 people, not a crowd) in 2008. I thought he must be mistaken because I did not remember anyone by that name. My friend gave me plenty of stories that linked me to the guy in question; for example, I was called to testify at his captain's mast (similar to a trial) when he got in trouble. I remember standing in the passageway waiting to go into a captain's mast. I remember it because everybody who walked by me asked what I was going to mast for, and I had to explain that I was only a witness. That memory had resurfaced recently, and I could not remember why I was involved in a mast. Then my friend filled in the gap for me, but I still do not remember this guy. I served with him for 6 months or more, as recently as 5 years ago, and he has been totally wiped from my memory.
I also didn't remember travelling home when I got out of the Navy. I had a digital album of pictures (maybe a dozen pics) of the trip home, mostly of scenery, and one of my u-haul truck with trailer towing my car. I remember driving home alone. Then my mother was reminiscing about travelling home with me. I asked what on earth she was talking about. She told me that she and my sisters and brother drove to Virginia, helped me pack, and made the voyage home with me. I called B.S., and the she showed me HER album, including my u-haul, with a bunch of pics of me and my siblings posing at various landmarks along the way. I could not believe it. Even looking at the pictures, there was no "spark" that brought any memories back. It was creepy, looking at pics of something I had absolutely no memory of, from ~4 years ago. It felt as if someone else was behind the wheel of my body then, and I don't have access to his memories. This was, or would have been, a fond memory, so I don't know why my mind would have suppressed it.
This makes me think that I might have some kind of problem. But, I just wanted to see if any of you have experienced anything like this.
Even as recently as 5 years ago, I have deleted memories. I was talking to a guy I served with, and he was asking about some guy that was in my division (a division of 8 people, not a crowd) in 2008. I thought he must be mistaken because I did not remember anyone by that name. My friend gave me plenty of stories that linked me to the guy in question; for example, I was called to testify at his captain's mast (similar to a trial) when he got in trouble. I remember standing in the passageway waiting to go into a captain's mast. I remember it because everybody who walked by me asked what I was going to mast for, and I had to explain that I was only a witness. That memory had resurfaced recently, and I could not remember why I was involved in a mast. Then my friend filled in the gap for me, but I still do not remember this guy. I served with him for 6 months or more, as recently as 5 years ago, and he has been totally wiped from my memory.
I also didn't remember travelling home when I got out of the Navy. I had a digital album of pictures (maybe a dozen pics) of the trip home, mostly of scenery, and one of my u-haul truck with trailer towing my car. I remember driving home alone. Then my mother was reminiscing about travelling home with me. I asked what on earth she was talking about. She told me that she and my sisters and brother drove to Virginia, helped me pack, and made the voyage home with me. I called B.S., and the she showed me HER album, including my u-haul, with a bunch of pics of me and my siblings posing at various landmarks along the way. I could not believe it. Even looking at the pictures, there was no "spark" that brought any memories back. It was creepy, looking at pics of something I had absolutely no memory of, from ~4 years ago. It felt as if someone else was behind the wheel of my body then, and I don't have access to his memories. This was, or would have been, a fond memory, so I don't know why my mind would have suppressed it.
This makes me think that I might have some kind of problem. But, I just wanted to see if any of you have experienced anything like this.