The Toddlerhood Memory Gap: The Man Who Lived in Our Home
I had written in my diary once that I don’t remember my uncle at all. He (Mum’s half-brother) was a man who lived in my toddlerhood home throughout 1968. He moved out when I was three-and-a-half. A common question one might ask is ‘ what is your earliest memory ?’ On face value, mine is nothing unusual or at least, nothing that could explain my intrusive thoughts and horrible dreams. I have short memory-clips or ‘stills’ that make little sense. These memories might occur to me now and again to be forgotten. Me fainting down the stairs (taken from my book Mirror Image Shattered ) Trauma Memories Tamed by Denial I remember our swimming pool, the old caravan, and the day before Eve (my twin) cut her face. Mum takes Eve and me to the village in a wide pushchair. It would seem earlier memories become shorter, more obscured. These ‘flicker-memories’ as I now call them, are beyond doubt as they have been there my entire life. They come and go. Pulsing déjà vu. I have a flicker-memory of Eve a...