My mother has dementia and as she forgets our shared history, I find myself remembering parts of my childhood that I had blocked out, both beautiful and terrible things I could not face before.
More people experience this than they realize.
Watching someone's memories dissolve can paradoxically free your own suppressed experiences to surface, creating a strange exchange of remembering and forgetting.
“Where Are You with Post-traumatic growth — what can grow in the soil of loss?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.