I do remember a dog sticker from my crib. I know this because when I was 10, I visited a faraway aunt and asked my dad about the sticker on their bathroom wall. "I have seen this one before! Where did I see it?" He said they both bought a sticker pack when I was just born, and she put it in her bathroom and he put it on my bed.
I remember an absurd amount of things from 3 onwards, like not liking it how I was occasionally the last one to be picked up from Kindergarten, or that there were two parallel glass tunnels connecting buildings in my kindergarten, and I always wondered how to get to the other one (it was just for staff).
I do remember the first time I got brought to kindergarten, and how later I wished to go on my own and my mother was against it.
I do remember being told by my dad that I will lose most of my memories of this age, and it made me sad: how can I just erase all these wonderful memories of my friends and all the toys and things we have here? I wished for my last birthday, as I was turning towards 6, be remembered by me like it is, for the rest of my life.
I remember the way to my kindergarten from the flat we lived in, I remember the layout of the place, I remember a lot of the toys, I remember a climbing rack, I remember the carpets and other floor covering, I remember every room, including the long table they set up for birthdays with you sitting on one end.
All rooms are empty of people. I don't remember a single face.
There is also when you parents or family members tell you stories of when you were kids and many years later you remember them but now you can't tell if you actually remember them or someone told you about it
My oldest memory is a clown holding a bunch of balloons flying over the fence at my first birthday party. I then tried to fly with the baloons when i got them.
I told my mom about it decades ago, and she said there was a clown that jumped over the fence. Then I spent the rest of the party running around the house holding the balloons.
Similar situation. I have no doubt that a large fraction of my childhood memories are fabricated, but there were a few that I kept to myself until I was over the age of 30 and were later confirmed by a parent or aunt or uncle.
There's also the phenomenon of having a memory of a memory. At age 10, I had a very solid recollection of my life at ages 5 to 6 (not so much of age 4). Now all I remember is that I used to remember a lot more than I do know.
Yea, I have a couple of early memories that I can date from ~1-2 years old (early bday party, birth of sibling). And presumably a few more early memories are from that period but don't involve events I can assign a date to?
I kinda suspect this is true for a lot of people, but since memories aren't time-stamped, they don't realize how early they are.
It's kind of fascinating trying to think back of the earliest memories I still (or used to) remember. I'm not "old" at all but still these distant memories are literally from another world (in the sense that my mental model of the world was very different, as well as all the changes it went through)
Why are all the MRA activists so fucking weird about circumcision.
Folks like you drag it into the most unrelated conversations in the weirdest way.
I used to mod a trauma based subreddit and there was one dude who would _not_ drop it. Dudes name was something with MGM in it while he actively denied that FGM was a thing and that women are subject to sexual harassment.
Maybe the general public would give a shit if the MRA took feminists seriously at all, instead of shouting down the issues women face at the hands of the patriarchy that set up the circumcision practice in the first place.
Thing is most people generally fucking agree with you but you come off so fucking weird and you dismiss people who are actually struggling more than men are and like yeah “boo-hoo they cut our dicks” but COME ON, man.
This had NOTHING to do with that.
You drew a tangent line on this convo’s circle, another circle on that tangent line and then a different tangent line on the second circle at a different fucking angle to get to that topic from this one.
>That night my family watched a war movie on the VCR, maybe saving private ryan or something similar, and the helicopter struck me.
If there was a helicopter in the movie, then we can confidently exclude Saving Private Ryan.
I do not remember the floor time much at all.
I do remember a dog sticker from my crib. I know this because when I was 10, I visited a faraway aunt and asked my dad about the sticker on their bathroom wall. "I have seen this one before! Where did I see it?" He said they both bought a sticker pack when I was just born, and she put it in her bathroom and he put it on my bed.
I remember an absurd amount of things from 3 onwards, like not liking it how I was occasionally the last one to be picked up from Kindergarten, or that there were two parallel glass tunnels connecting buildings in my kindergarten, and I always wondered how to get to the other one (it was just for staff).
I do remember the first time I got brought to kindergarten, and how later I wished to go on my own and my mother was against it.
I do remember being told by my dad that I will lose most of my memories of this age, and it made me sad: how can I just erase all these wonderful memories of my friends and all the toys and things we have here? I wished for my last birthday, as I was turning towards 6, be remembered by me like it is, for the rest of my life.
I remember the way to my kindergarten from the flat we lived in, I remember the layout of the place, I remember a lot of the toys, I remember a climbing rack, I remember the carpets and other floor covering, I remember every room, including the long table they set up for birthdays with you sitting on one end.
All rooms are empty of people. I don't remember a single face.
There is also when you parents or family members tell you stories of when you were kids and many years later you remember them but now you can't tell if you actually remember them or someone told you about it
My oldest memory is a clown holding a bunch of balloons flying over the fence at my first birthday party. I then tried to fly with the baloons when i got them.
I told my mom about it decades ago, and she said there was a clown that jumped over the fence. Then I spent the rest of the party running around the house holding the balloons.
Similar situation. I have no doubt that a large fraction of my childhood memories are fabricated, but there were a few that I kept to myself until I was over the age of 30 and were later confirmed by a parent or aunt or uncle.
There's also the phenomenon of having a memory of a memory. At age 10, I had a very solid recollection of my life at ages 5 to 6 (not so much of age 4). Now all I remember is that I used to remember a lot more than I do know.
Yea, I have a couple of early memories that I can date from ~1-2 years old (early bday party, birth of sibling). And presumably a few more early memories are from that period but don't involve events I can assign a date to?
I kinda suspect this is true for a lot of people, but since memories aren't time-stamped, they don't realize how early they are.
It's kind of fascinating trying to think back of the earliest memories I still (or used to) remember. I'm not "old" at all but still these distant memories are literally from another world (in the sense that my mental model of the world was very different, as well as all the changes it went through)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primal_therapy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prenatal_and_perinatal_psychol...
Refreshingly not llm generated
I've always doubted this stuff because I have some memories of things that happened when I was 2.
what a great artcle!
> Why can I remember this stuff? I’m not sure.
> It may have to do with some of the rough emotional stuff
There is a strong pressure to censor this.
If kids remember, we could not do surgeries without anastesia on new borns, and could not marinate open wound in filthy diapers!
Surgery on infants without anasthesia is not something done any longer in any country that particularly cares about the health of its citizens.
Yeah I'm not sure you should do surgeries without anaesthesia on newborns either way.
It was standard procedure to do invasive surgeries on newborns without anesthesia until the 1980s, on the theory that they can’t feel pain. https://hms.harvard.edu/news/long-life-early-pain
Why are all the MRA activists so fucking weird about circumcision.
Folks like you drag it into the most unrelated conversations in the weirdest way.
I used to mod a trauma based subreddit and there was one dude who would _not_ drop it. Dudes name was something with MGM in it while he actively denied that FGM was a thing and that women are subject to sexual harassment.
Maybe the general public would give a shit if the MRA took feminists seriously at all, instead of shouting down the issues women face at the hands of the patriarchy that set up the circumcision practice in the first place.
Thing is most people generally fucking agree with you but you come off so fucking weird and you dismiss people who are actually struggling more than men are and like yeah “boo-hoo they cut our dicks” but COME ON, man.
This had NOTHING to do with that.
You drew a tangent line on this convo’s circle, another circle on that tangent line and then a different tangent line on the second circle at a different fucking angle to get to that topic from this one.
Get a body piercing anywhere you want, nobody is banning that for adults! Problem is consent (I am big fan of that btw!)
Nobody consented to this conversation about very early memories being made about male genital mutilation.
An MRA failing to understand consent when they have an opportunity to make something about MGM in spite of being a “big fan”? what a shocker.