So after my last post More on False Memory Syndrome I may have you wondering if I believe my memories are real or not. I have to say, it just depends on what day of the week .That makes about as much sense as trying to figure out what I believe for sure at any given moment about my memories.
I've stated before that I don't believe that I'm suffering from False Memory Syndrome as I stated in False Memory Syndrome I have firmly believe my memories were not planted by my therapist. She had no idea what was coming out of my mouth next.
Do I think it's possible that I have some imbalance in my brain has produced this assualt on my psyche? Again, Whitley Strieber suggested this possibility in trying to understand his memories of being abducted by aliens. If it could apply to him and all those who believe they've been a alien spaceships, why couldn't there be a similar imbalance that produced the ritualistic abuse scenario.
Well, I think only God knows that for sure. While I am pretty smart and I absolutely love science (had planned on being a research scientist when I was young), there's not a human being on the planet that knows enough about the brain yet to answer that question. My scientific mind says if it can't be proven, it can't be disproven either. It's still out there to be learned some day.
And then to my scientific mind there is the strange fact that once I worked through all of my memories, I was released from the power those memories had over me. I know longer struggled with that deep, dark pit that was always trying to swallow me up. Somehow, this doesn't add up with the idea of the memories being the result of some malfunction of my brain. Although, it would be easier to accept than the fact ritualistic abuse might be real.
To be continued........
Part 2
multiple personality disorder MPD dissociative Identity disorder did
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Hi there--I popped over from Della's site--she is my daughter--and I will be coming back to read more about you, as your blog looks to have some very interesting stories to tell.
When it comes to believing my memories I find the reason I doubt them at times is because they're so horrible. Doubt is a coping mech the same as DID is....the purpose is survival...surviving what the body and mind were never meant to experience.
I try not to say it didn't happen or it wasn't that bad. When I stop believing my memories I deny me.
Austin
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