No memory to remember??? #33

One caveat to my memorie’s, I did things or adapted to things when answers were not forthcoming and one has to do with my mustache…

Like I talked about the restless leg issue around 8 years old, there were many things I did, to adapt to my injuries and this, I have no memory, but I have always known of the issue…

The other day, keep in mind, I have lost a lot of weight, since my brain kicked into overdrive on remembering, so I am seeing things I would have seen when I was thinner, which is what is happening now… and there, as I started to put my lotion on, a faint scar…

I have always had pain in my maxillary area, especially where your “2 front teeth” are, the 2 that always has pictures of you losing them… There are no such pictures of me…

Lets fast forward to Okinawa, 1971 and I see a dentist and he says, “you got teeth growing across your maxillary pallet, under the skin… So he operates and I ask a couple questions of why I had pain, “where my 2 front teeth were” and he didn’t have an answer, there was no evidence of any prior surgery… I am 17 yrs old…

Fast forward to 1977, I am active duty, in the Air Force as a dental technician… Want to see a human as deer in headlights, that was me… straight out of basic to my assignment with zero dental training… Anyhow….

I had a captive audience and asked questions about my “2 front teeth”, they did some surgery and it was thought I had trauma to that area… but… yep, I had no memory…

So before I am even 8 years old, I have issues with my maxillary and not one living soul told me anything happened, until…

My Aunt Tiny told me a few years ago that “I started the world rough”… and that’s all she said…

Never heard a word from mommy dearest, because we now know… any issues I had…

Were caused by domestic violence and yep, mommy dearest Freda was the hand behind the abuse…

That scar that I noticed a couple days ago, what ever happened, it wasn’t good and I was very young and it was a lot of stitches…

That is the odd thing about amnesia…

I may not remember…

But my body does and it shows those memories on a regular basis… The picture of me in a earlier post shows an indention in my arm, it shows it’s self to this day, dependent upon my weight…

I know now that the fog of amnesia is lifting and as those scars and wounds let me be reminded, some of the who, when will show it’s self…

I many never remember all of my youth, but my body does…

I remember…

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About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…

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