Honestly, I can’t discount repressed memories because of my own experiences. I’m sure there’s a way to influence people to concoct inaccurate memories, but there are a lot of things in my life that I didn’t form traumatic memories from solely because I never *thought* of them as traumatic or uncommon (parent physical/mental abuse, mainly. I just thought it was absolutely and utterly normal to be a few words away from getting your ass handed to you at all times, literally or metaphorically). But boy oh boy can I recount every little detail about vomiting for the first time as a child. It was Friday, December 21, 2001 at around 8:30 PM at night. There was an animated TV special based on the song “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” and IIRC, they were at a scene taking place in a courtroom. The entire day is *filled* with memories that vivid. But the time my dad and I got into an all-out fistfight when I was like 8 or 9, around the same time period as the vomiting memory? I vaguely remember it, but could not tell you what it was about. My brain just did not place that memory in the “super special trauma” category because it was so *normal* to me. It’d be like me remembering what I ate for lunch on October 5, 2001. It was remarkably unremarkable. My memory is faulty. I’ve known this since I was a kid (it’s why I started taking photographs) and when I am pushed over my threshold for stress (that goes beyond the fight/flight response) I will sometimes blackout. I may very vaguely remember something happening, but I could not give you details at all. Normally, I “come to” in the aftermath completely bewildered. Like the first time I was Baker Acted. I could not tell you for the life of me what happened in between a nurse asking me “Have you *ever* been suicidal in your life?” and then a psychiatrist telling me that because I had answered in the affirmative, even with stipulations (“Yes, but that was a long time ago.”), I’d have to be taken in and held. Even though I was in the ER for a horrible skin infection on both my legs. I’ve been dissociating, depersonalizing, and derealizing for as long as I can remember. Like, some of my earliest memories are of me trying to explain to the adults in my house that I felt like I was “in a dream.” It wasn’t until around 20 years later that I learned that there were actual words to describe it. No obvious brain damage or neurological origin for it, either. I’ve been checked. Several times. MRIs, CT scans, memory tests… I don’t show anything out of the ordinary. So, I’m not entirely content with the thought that “if something bad happened to you, you would *always* remember it very vividly.” I am 30-watt-lightbulb, and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.