I read an article yesterday regarding
memory loss caused by ECT; the writer was severely affected by the procedure,
experiencing an uncommon level of memory loss. The further I read the more I
related to her, it seems the amount of damage I am experiencing is not the
norm. I struggle to remember the names of people I’ve spent significant amounts
of time with, I can’t remember what I did the previous day, there are huge
chunks from my life missing. My friends all know that my memory is patchy but I
don’t think any of them really ‘get’ the severity of it and I find myself
pretending to know what’s going on, nodding along as they talk about things we
did together last year and trying to hide the embarrassment I feel as I attempt
to bluff my way through these social occasions. I feel lost and scared, I don’t
know what I’ve forgotten and I worry, well actually I know that I’ve lost some
special memories; though I do mourn for the more mundane ones as well, for they
are part of what makes me me. Maybe it’s good that I’ve forgotten so much, my
identity isn’t really something I should value as it’s so messed up, but I do
value it and I want the memories back; I don’t want to fake my way through
conversations or have to give up and admit that I have no idea what’s being
discussed. I want the knowledge gained from my time at uni back. I want to be
able to make new memories.
I won’t be having any more ECT, it has
caused me more harm than good and formed a bit of an addiction to general
anesthetic - which I am only just
admitting to myself.
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