Crazy Making

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When your memory and somebody else’s memory don’t match, it’s crazy making. When my mom says we were an ordinary family, that her husband was a smart and sensitive man with a good heart, it makes me feel I am the crazy one, especially when my dad doesn’t recognize me anymore and he is much easier to deal with when I am not his child but a nice stranger who visits him.

We rewrite memories to survive.  That’s fine.  I do, too.  I’m glad you had a happy marriage, Mom.  And you guys did your best.  But it’s not my story.  You may not rewrite mine.  It’s mine, not yours.  I am not responsible for yours, neither do you.

2 thoughts on “Crazy Making

  1. My therapist told me that it’s difficult for me in terms of “crazy making” because I am an only child…no siblings to validate or invalidate my memories, no one to share my craziness. Only my memories vs. my moms. Loved your post.

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