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some of what i'm talking about with my therapist (whom i'm only going to see every other week, for a while) involves my memory, how little i remember of my childhood, most of the years prior to high school. or maybe i just don't have a lot of information about those years? dad once said i don't remember my childhood because it was boring.

but it's not just my childhood i don't remember. i was trying to remember the name of the psychiatrist in seattle who prescribed me all those drugs about 8 years ago, when i was having panic attacks - dr lee? dr wu? - i remember the prozac and zoloft but it took kara to remind me that i was also, for a short time, on an antipsychotic. holy crap!

i remember movies and actors rather well - and my therapist said, well, those things are high-interest for you - but events of my own life? there are large patches that seem to be gone. and my own life, one might imagine, should be of interest to me.

my mom is the baby in this photo. but i had to ask her to identify for me several of the other people here.