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My Autistic Life — 04
“Discontinuities” are SCARY.
In both Climate Systems and Memory.
It took me a really LONG time growing up to realize that I had a “good” memory. I didn’t understand as a young child that EVERYONE wasn’t LIKE ME. I assumed everyone’s memory was just like mine.
I didn’t UNDERSTAND that my MEMORY made me “Freakish”.
I don’t think that I have an “eidetic” memory. At least not in the sense of the Sheldon Cooper character in the show “The Big Bang”.
I’m not even sure how that works for the people who really do have TOTAL RECALL of EVERYTHING they have done in their life. Who can tell you what they wore on every day of their life.
Who they talked to.
What was said.
What they did.
One of my wives had that kind of memory. She REMEMBERED DETAILS to a degree that amazed me. I remember thinking when I first saw her apartment that she was some kind of “packrat slob”. It was JAMMED full of STUFF in a completely DISORGANIZED fashion.