Anyone who has read the blog for the last few years, I talk about memory and short term memory is my most frustrating issue I have…

My long term memory is extremely good, but, if something associated with long term and short term intersect!!!

No guarantee I am going to remember it and why is that???

After the stroke at 14 years old, by that time I had blunt force trauma fractures all over my little body and compartment syndrome in all my limbs and a spinal cord injury and over 20 brain traumas, from moderate TBI to concussions… (which the concussions showed as skull trauma on the nuclear bone scans)…

Up to the age of 14, I remembered everything and I mean everything…

No one had a secret, if I was around when things went down and Freda knew that…

When she had Don beat me on Japan, I knew, what little knowledge I had or awareness, this stroke I was having, could take everything…

My high IQ, my edetic memory and all my memories of my childhood…

Kind of stunned sitting here and thinking of what those people I called mom and dad did to me…

The intelligence they couldn’t destroy, but they almost destroyed everything else and Freda was smart enough to manipulate everything into her own narrative, much like what Trump does or churches or god worshippers…

It’s all about their narrative and their agenda and Fredas agenda??? Was to keep her lies alive and active, so that no one would question her…

I did…

So why the write???

Last night, after a long day for me with the VA morning and digesting how it went and how I responded and how my brain and body both stayed with me and didn’t run off without me kind of day… I went to playing on social media…

Sharing posts, putting my blog out and all of a sudden a handle pops up I recognize…

Now a month ago or 2 months ago, I couldn’t tell you his handle and the kid has my phone number… Why???

We never met, only online since 2023/24 on Blue Sky…

I call it a gut feeling… but I digress…

So I jump on the handle to follow him and I get a text and a phone call and a msg on blue sky…

That moment in time is a prime example of how chopped up my memory capabilities are anymore…

If someone imprints on me and I did okay remembering about 100 handles right off the bat when I went back on blue sky, but not all and some, I was dicey on the memory, why???

That’s how my brain works because of so much trauma and the areas I have trauma, all impact memory and learning and much more…

Somehow, I survived all that trauma, went on to go into the military and live my life as a productive part of society, instead of taking from society…

My memory system will never be text book nor will it ever be anything like anything you have ever experienced… Why???

Because of brain trauma and the fact I was born with genius and my mother did everything she could to destroy it, just to keep a secret that never was secret…

Mental illness at it’s best and that mental illness is genetic, I have many related to me that are mentally ill…

Mental illness is more pervasive than cancer and that, you can’t argue, because if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t have Trump as president and people wouldn’t be bowing to a god man made…

I remember…

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