I had a rough childhood (uh, who didn't?) and I had a lot of trouble with not sleeping and ruminating on bad thoughts.
I really loved to read the encyclopedia so I learned everything I could about how memory works and went to the library so I could figure out how to stop thinking about bad things that had happened. By the time I was in high school, I had become extremely good at immediately putting something out of my mind and practiced changing the topic in my head as quickly as possible. Essentially, I learned how to reduce the chance of bad memories entering my long-term memory. I think I'm an expert at blocking bad things out!
I used to worry that they would eventually come back to haunt me. And in a way, just in the last year or so, they have. I'm starting to open up and remember so many things I haven't thought about in 20-30 years!
It is not nearly as bad as I would have expected. Now that I'm a grown-ass woman, I have the perspective and emotional maturity to process those bad thoughts/memories in a healthy way.
I have always been a glass half full person though - as a very logical, rational person, I see that historically, things have tended to work out as they were supposed to. How I feel about them is completely up to me so it might as well be optimistic and compassionate.
Scoots5012 wrote:
Long time no post... Do you think we who are on the spectrum have a bias in only remembering the bad things that have happened to us? Or is it just the way our lives have progressed that the majority of things that we experience we perceive in a negative way?
Tonight it struck me that this fall it will be 25 years since I began school. For me my memories of grade school is like a library full of books. As I paged through them I realized that I can't remember a single fully positive thing that happened during that seven year period of my life. From the early intervention sessions that I had with counselors in kindergarten to head bashing in second grade and episodes of incontinence in third grade all the way up to sixth grade and Tim Rozoff; the first of many bullies I would encounter. Even the memories that I should have experienced as positive have some kind of negative twist to them... Such as KMO where I would get praise at school for achieving the highest score in the team tryouts, but getting yelled at home by mom and dad because I had the worst grades in class. I know this sounds leading, but I find it hard to believe that our lives have been a 100% negative experience.