by Lianne Castelino, www.whereparentstalk.com
I feel relieved. Thanks for asking.
Yesterday I met someone who said they had the same issue. Also a mom, also a creative-type, also an entrepeneur.
It started for her at the same age. She is also wondering how and why. But unlike myself, she is taking steps to try and reverse it.
It is most definitely comical to the outside world. “Would you mind seeing if we brought back that thing-y from that place — the whatyoumacallit — place we went to whenever it was.” “What was that mommy?”
I truly believe that in my case I had stored so darn much information in my memory bank over the years — school info, vaccination schedules, scripts, story ideas, postal codes, business contacts, field trips, sports statistics, birthdays, and, and, and —- that all the internal wiring simply short-circuited some time last year and has not found a way to repair itself.
I used to be mildly proud of remembering minute details of inane facts of mindless information. And now — poof – gone! I make lists and some times remember where I've left them.
Some days I feel like I'm in a groundhog-day fog. Uncovering little layer by little layer til I get to the root of whatever I'm trying to remember.
I often feel we are all headed for a similar fate — though hopefully this is a short-term condition. When you consider all the passwords, usernames, PIN numbers, security info, phone numbers and other data that's neatly stored in our mobile devices that we don't normally need to remember cause it's automatically saved. But when that day comes when the smartphone slips into the toilet or the hard drive crashes or the laptop freezes up and you and your computer have to get RE-INSTALLED — go ahead just try to recall what was stored!!
I have yet to do much research into the causes of my forgetfulness, but I plan to. I'm sure there are some mental gymnastics out there I can do!
All I know is even the most basic info stored in a mother's memory bank is daunting. If I'm babbling, scratching my head, looking around into space quizzically, searching and not finding — then I've likely put 4 other people on that wicked merry-go-round to where again? I really don't have time to forget. It's just so inconvenient.
In the meantime, my main coping mechanism has been to take on less. Try to do one thing at a time. Send myself emails with lists. Articulate as soon as an idea pops into my head — cause who knows when and if it will come back?