I understand. That's a frightening feeling, isn't it? To know that you existed through a particular time, but have no recollection of anything you did during that period. It robs you of a piece of yourself.
When you asked me before, what foods I have a preference toward. That was, fortunately, a question I was able to answer. And I'm skilled both in masking my thoughts and in extrapolating conclusions from sparse available facts.
But there are things you could ask me that even now I would have to guess to answer. There was a time when I had to guess at my own name, because I didn't know it.
I'm sorry that happened to you. But selfishly, I'm glad someone else understands some small fraction of how I felt because that happened to me.
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When you asked me before, what foods I have a preference toward. That was, fortunately, a question I was able to answer. And I'm skilled both in masking my thoughts and in extrapolating conclusions from sparse available facts.
But there are things you could ask me that even now I would have to guess to answer. There was a time when I had to guess at my own name, because I didn't know it.
I'm sorry that happened to you. But selfishly, I'm glad someone else understands some small fraction of how I felt because that happened to me.