#localized amnesia

[mischiefmanifold]

How can u identify amnesia between switching or if it’s general amnesia or normal amnesia?

amnesia has multiple types including anterograde, retrograde, dissociative, infantile, and transient; in this post we will focus on dissociative amnesia which has its own subtypes (localized, selective, and generalized)

localized amnesia is the failure to recall events during a specific period of time

selective amnesia is when some but not all events can be remembered during a specific period of time

generalized amnesia is complete amnesia for one’s whole life history, may forget their identity (sudden onset; rare)

localized amnesia is what you will most likely see with switches between alters with high dissociative walls between them and little to no communication

selective amnesia is more likely to be seen in switches between alters that are at least somewhat familiar with each other and can communicate somewhat

[ardenrosegarden]

Canon Event incoming 😔

[i3utterflyeffect]

nightshade trying to find ways to repay victim or impress them...adfgsghsndh

victim: are you SURE you want to be a merc. you do realize this is dangerous, right?

nightshade, about to deck himself in the head with the line tool: i'm perfectly good at combat, i'll be fine. watch this--

[silverpsychedelic]

may we hear some lore about your lovely Pokémon oc 👀

Of course, it's very sweet of you to ask! Grant it I've not played a lot of the Pokemon games, and none of the PMD games (where he would exist, or at least something akin to it), so I'm mostly going off of things I've read.

You can finally add cuts on mobile let's GO

This is Caduceus Hecatoncheires (often gets shortened to just Cade though), the reclusive Lord of a huge, forgotten and ghostly Manor that borders a neighbouring Pokemon city. He acts as not only a guardian of the grounds and all the Pokemon within it, but also as a representative of their small, ghostly community at Poketown meetings. You'll often catch him busy with something around the manor, and the time he spends on himself is rarely witnessed (which basically translates to him being a bit of a workaholic)

The manor itself is pretty quiet during the day, and it's hidden within a thick set of woods just outside of a large Pokemon city. So a lot of mons only know of it's apparent existence through rumors and urban legends about a scary old mansion of interestingly human design sleeping within the depths of the woods. And that's the way they sort of prefer it, to avoid the potential of looting and vandalism.

Cade's story goes much deeper than that, however, as he is not the original Lord of the Manor -the one everyone thinks he is. The only thing Cade knows about the original Lord is his name, that he was also a dusknoir, and that he was the appointed guardian of the Manor set to protect it without fail. He learned all of this because he was mistaken as the very same Lord, after an unexplained disappearance had left the manor unprotected for a very long period of time. Cade had simply awoken with hardly any memories of who or what he was before, and was promptly swarmed by a mass of ghost types who were eager to see the return of their 'beloved lord'.

There's a whole bunch of story after that with Cade learning about what's been happening with the manor and the ghost community, and how they're at risk of losing their home. He decides to put his own mystery on hold for a while and help them out, and there's a very funny series of events where he fights the local Pokemon government over protection for the manor and it's grounds (I don't know why but the idea of a local Pokemon government is so funny to me). All the while, Cade is unknowingly falling into step with what the original Lord would do -though this time with more tenacity and fresh ideas.

It ends with Cade basically deciding that the mystery of who he was before isn't something he's particularly bothered by, and instead takes over the role of Lord of the Manor full time. And now it's been so long he sometimes forgets he wasn't always the guardian of the mansion, his past and present have completely become entwined within it.

He also ends up eventually meeting a Tsareena (a friend's oc) who works as a seamstress in the city and they end up totally enamoured with each other 🥺

[witch-sweets]

I decided I wanna be evil today

[5unrider]

while the assumption is that tai yang would be eight times rejoined — given the seven calamities / rejoinings, as well as ardbert’s rejoining with the warrior of light’s soul — he is actually nine times rejoined. his father was a warrior of light, a shard of azem, from another world who had come to the source; who had died before tai yang was ever born, whose soul and life tai yang now carries with him unknowingly and everywhere he goes. tai yang will always assume that he is eight times rejoined.

[habitual-creatures]

Evan’s lived here for… what always? Can someone go get him? He should have a better idea where the hospital is

You think I know where this place is???

Frost- with ALL due respect I woke up in the WOODS with nothing but clothes on my back and a fucking keyring- the only reason I live in this house is because one of the keys unlocked the front door so I ASSUMED it was my house-

I don't know where the hospitals are-

I'd been relying on whatever weird eldritch force had been giving me groceries before you guys showed up!

[discordiansamba]

The topic of discussion for the day is the paladin's homelands.

Allura isn't certain what got them on the subject- she'd arrived just after they'd begun to talk about it, just in time to hear Lance wax poetic about the beach. Hunk had eagerly involved himself in the discussion, the two of them talking about the similarities and differences between their home islands. Allura listened with vested interest. They had beaches on Altea as well, and it seemed that each of her paladins had visited a beach on their home planet at least once.

Pidge talked about her home next. How she was born up North- whatever that meant, she'd never specified- and then had later moved down South with her family when she was still very young. She talked about the snowy mountains and the lakeside her family still went back to visit from time to time. She'd talked about snowball fights and sledding, how they were actually fun parts of going outdoors.

Shiro spoke of his home- another island nation, though one much larger than either Lance or Hunk's. He spoke of its rich traditions, of watching the cherry blossoms in the spring, of the first shrine visit of the New Year's. He'd also spoken of his home at the Galaxy Garrison, of learning to celebrate Christmas with his fiancee, of showing up at some place called a... waffle house at 2 AM on a school night because neither he nor Adam could sleep, but hadn't wanted to stay in.

She spoke to them of Altea. Of the fields of juniberries, of her beloved berry festival. Of sneaking out from formal events and stepping on her instructor's feet when they'd tried to teach her how to dance. She spoke fondly of watching the stars with her father, and of watching the sunrise with her mother. It hurt to speak of it, but at the same time, sharing her memories with the paladins made them feel all the sharper in her mind.

It only occurred to her once she was done that Keith had never spoken to them of his homeland.

His shoulders jerked when she asked, like he hadn't expected to be included. He and Shiro shared a look that she did not quite understand, but eventually Keith heaved a long sigh. He spoke briefly of the desert, but did not linger on the subject. He excused himself quickly afterwards, ignoring the grumbles that he earned from his fellow paladins about being unsociable.

(It was only later that Allura learned that Keith did not have a homeland- not one that he remembered, anyways.)

[theinfinitedivides]

the ex is threatening to kill him now???? tf????

[dhyanshiva]

10/10 tags

[tabbytiger]

The way I have to deal with this for the rest of my life. Also the fact that this can actually damage your brain.

[ardenrosegarden]

Frictional Games, Amnesia: The Bunker Amnesia Wiki, Jean Renoir Amnesia Wiki, Sergeant Reynard Miguel A. Bernad, The Five Tragedies in Macbeth

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC The Invisible Bat

I've been listening to Alone Again by Weathers on repeat lately, so this post is inspired by it.

Rumor on the street says there is a new Bat in the flock. Yet, there is no proof - no one has seen them, no one has heard them, no one knows if that's true or not.

But, the thing is, every once in a while, a fight with one of the Bats is... harder than expected. A second hit, heavier than the first one, is delivered to the same place Batman's fist landed. Another bullet comes from a different direction than where Red Hood was standing. A cold edge of a blade is pressed to the neck just seconds before Robin's katana does the same.

Over the next few weeks, the rumor grows. Until, one day, someone calls it Invisible Bat, and the name sticks. The unnamed presence that follows the vigilantes gets its recognition.

Meanwhile, the Bats have no idea to who or what is following them. All they've been able to learn about it so far is that the Invisible Bat doesn't like the attention, registers as a vague cold spot in thermovision, and escapes without a trace every time they acknowledge it.

A month of fruitless attempts to either capture on camera or befriend the Invisible Bat later, Damian suddenly stops in his tracks in the middle of the Cave, like he's just seen a ghost. Then, he leaves to find Tim in a rush.

Two days after that, Nightwing finally catches their new team member on film. The old camera he borrowed from Tim on Damian’s insistence shows a picture of a boy with white hair, wearing what looks like a hoodie and jeans, with eyes bright and green, like Lazarus Waters.

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Is this Al Ghul Twins? Is this 'Danny escaped GIW and now helps the local vigilantes'? Is this some sort of amnesia prompt, where Danny only remembers his Protection Obsession? Is this de-aged prompt? Who knows.

I only wanted the irony of Gothamites calling Danny the 'Invisible Bat' while his first alias was 'Inviso-Bill'.

[thestarseersystem]

Generalized Amnesia specifically is when others lose not only time but also skills and general knowledge. Systems with this type of amnesia often have alters who split and retain little idea of how to do things other alters may be able to do.

Continuous Amnesia, however, is more accurate to what blackout switches are. But those with Generalized Amnesia are more likely to have blackout switches.

These types of amnesia are all types of dissociative amnesia, and only can be experienced by those with dissociative amnesia. These do not apply to singlets without dissociative disorders.

As well as there is dissociative fugue and systematized amnesia, other types of dissociative amnesia not mentioned here.

Here is an article discussing them.

Types of Amnesia

Diagram created by me

General criteria for amnesia:

Memory loss

Confusion

Inability to recognize familiar figures/places

Difficulty recalling names or places

Not remembering where you went

Worser ability to remember things that had happened

Generalized Amnesia Where a person completely forgets everything about themself and have no recollection of what, where, and who they spoke to. This can describe a blackout switch and may still recognize who they are.

Localized Amnesia Where a person is unable to recall a specific/series of event from the whole, which creates an incomplete picture of the situation. For example, remembering childhood but not the abuse.

Selective Amnesia Where a person only lost some and retain the rest, forgetting parts yet not all of them. This can describe greyouts as it grasps some information/sensory yet not enough to tell what exactly happened. One example is playing the phone and unable to recall what occured, only to jump its memory right to being at bed.

Emotional Amnesia Where a person has an intact memory and it's details on what had happened, but do not remember what the event feels like (e.g. was scared, happy, etc.). One description is that you're watching something that didn't happen to you, because you don't feel like being in the scene itself.

Continuous Amnesia Where a person fails to retain full parts of the event/day, for a set period of time (can vary from minutes to days) and create an accumulative, small bits of selective amnesias, continuously, leaving many gaps in a chronological timeline. This usually happens in times or stress, or abuse.

Fragmented Amnesia Where a person has an unrelated, and/or disjointed memories that does not go with the timeline's order, creating confusion and difficult to grasp the cohesive picture of what truly happened. Emotional amnesia may be present in this type. Bonus for systems:

Amnesia barriers Where a person fronting is not able to recall other alter's memories, which is a form of retrograde amnesia and compartmentalization. Because the fronter will only retain any information before switching out with the next one, the rest experiences anterograde amnesia as it cannot form and remember those memories, unless being coconcious or cofronting (even though, this is not always guaranteed).

Take notes that amnesia can still happen outside system things due to comorbidities like anxiety disorders or depression, this does mean systems are bound to experience more amnesia compared to non-systems folks out there.

Do you have any discussions about this? Or would like to describe your own way of seeing these different types of amnesia? Or have more to add? Feel free to tell them here!

- j

[voiider]

Okay alright I'm tired of giving more children to Bruce Wayne I think we need to start taking some away 

Tim getting kidnapped (but in a way they don't announce Tim Drake-Wayne as missing??) and is given Something that induces amnesia but he escapes or maybe just literally wanders away but like he's in the middle of Ohio and he's walking down the road unsure of his own name or where he is and a weird looking camper pills over and a large man leans out the window and says “you doing alright there, sonny?” 

And he doesn't really know so he sorta shrugs so they pick him up and the man introduces himself as Jack and this is his wife Maddie and their two kids Danny and Jazz and they're just heading back from a camping trip and they can take him into town (Amity?) and take him down to the station and help him get things figured out 

The police take his picture and upload it to a “found” database or smth but there's no active or recent cases in Ohio for missing persons (or teenagers) matching his description 

(But also, Amity is pretty disconnected from the rest of the world digitally. They mind their business. Sure they run this boy's face in the newspaper and let the neighboring precincts about him but there's not much more they can do until this kid gets some memories back)

So he goes to stay with Jack and Maddie (idk how i don’t care about LAWS) while they wait to see if they get any hits or until he gets some memories back and they register him under Alvin (“hmm maybe... Tom? No, definitely not. Caroline? Alvin? That sounds the best I guess”) Fenton at the local high school so he can keep getting an education (and Alvin isn’t sure why, but this sort of feels like a waste of time, he already knows all this math stuff and why would he want to read Of Mice and Men he’s pretty sure someone told him John Steinbeck was a hack. Or maybe not. He can’t remember) but it’s simple enough and he likes the Fentons even if they keep trying to convince him ghosts are real 

And maybe they are. Actually. Real that is. He saw one the other day and had to double check if knowing ghosts were real is a common knowledge thing that he forgot of if he never knew in the first place. Jazz tells him that ghosts are pretty much an Amity specific thing but that they appear other places and then Jack and Maddie set him down and give him the entire history of ghosts that night and then show him their lab which is pretty cool

And maybe he accidentally suplexed someone who startled him in the halls on his first day and also fell asleep in science,but give him a break! he’s going through a lot right now

But his new brother roommate friend? Is helping him adjust at school by telling him who to avoid and what not to eat from the cafeteria and Jazz is in most of his classes but also he’s not sure why they’re trying to act all sneaky about this Inviso-Bill/vigilante situation because like. That’s clearly just Danny with white hair? He looks the exact same? Also he literally saw Danny walk through the bathroom door last week if it wasn’t obvious enough.

So Tim really isn’t expecting Danny to be surprised that he picked up a thermos that Phantom dropped when he and his friends ran off to fight another ghost

[wileys-russo]

Wally, “they just called me your girlfriend and you didn’t correct them” at a cafe or smth please

correction II l.wälti

"-and you're sure you know where we're going?" you asked skeptically, shrugging on your puffer jacket and grabbing your scarf from the hat rack.

"of course i do! i am the local here, no?" the swiss woman huffed, raising an eyebrow questioningly as you wrapped your scarf around your neck and shrugged.

"i wasn't aware you grew up on the mountains in the middle of nowhere. were you raised by wolves?" you teased the girl who mocked you and pulled a face, pulling your beanie down to cover your face.

"we are not in the middle of nowhere, we are at a ski resort and going for a walk on a marked trail. it will be fine!"

turns out, those were famous last words.

"we've passed this tree trunk before." you narrowed your eyes, jutting out your hip and looking it up and down. "how would you know that!" lia paused beside you and scoffed, hands on her own hips.

"easy. you tripped over it, see? your boot mark in the snow." you pointed out, squatting down and outlining the partially covered up print, pointing then to lias own boot with a satisfied nod.

"i tripped over? you pushed me!" lia argued as you glanced up with a sly smile. "me? i would never dare." you gasped sarcastically, standing up straight and backing away slightly, noticing lia now had one hand hidden behind her back.

you weren't quite sure what the two of you were, close friends to say the least, though you'd be lying if you hadn't thought about becoming more, wondering if lia had too.

it had started only a few months ago, what had grown to be a comfortable and dependable friendship with the midfielder seemed to shift one night, a group of your teammates over for dinner all but lia had headed off to their own homes.

the two of you had been locked into a very heated game of monopoly, warned by your captain you had training the next morning but both of your competitive natures meant you weren't stopping until someone won.

well that was the plan, until lia, who was surely set to lose, was suddenly just far too tired to continue, insisting the two of you call it a draw and ignoring your accusations she was only saying this so she didn't lose.

she'd wound up staying the night, and not bothered to change the sheets in your spare bedroom she'd crashed with you, only when you awoke it was to the pair of you much closer than you'd been when you drifted off, limbs entangled and lia's face so close to yours you could count the freckles dotting her nose if you wished.

since then you noticed the pair of you, who'd always seemed to gravitate toward one another, had somehow grown even closer, lia seeming to spend the night more often, and every morning you'd wake up wrapped up together, but never did you really speak about it.

from then on it felt a little like the two of you were doing some sort of dance, you'd get close, then closer, then right as it seemed like maybe something a little less than friendly might happen one of you spun away like a top, and a little while later the cycle would repeat itself again.

then came the winning of the continental cup, and the alcohol fueled dance party that carried on till the early hours of the morning, the pair of you both crashing at leahs house too drunk to remember your own addresses to add to the uber.

and around three in the morning, curled up together on the sofa in leahs living room, the pair of you shared a very drunken kiss, a habit which seemed to follow you both though a habit which only raised its head when your bloodstreams pumped with alcohol.

then the next morning would come the fake amnesia, neither one of you choosing to bring up your activities the night before but also not making a choice to refrain from letting them happen again.

and just like that a whole new step was added to your little dance routine.

a lack of new years plans had you roped into lia's, the girl forever eager to gush about her home country was all the more excited to be able to actually show it to you, meeting up with a few of her friends after she'd picked you up from the airport two days after christmas.

"say that you tripped me." lia ordered, her slow steps forward matching yours which moved backwards, hand still hidden behind her back, your lips curling into a smile at the accent which stuck to her words.

"i was raised not to tell lies, wälti." you grinned, a slight mistetp having you tripping over a stick hidden beneath the pilowy white surface of the snow trodden ground, and with that little wobble, the swiss woman struck.

"oh? well then since i was raised by wolves..." you squealed as the ball of snow exploded against the side of your face, lia's own lit up with a shit eating grin, a belt of laughter echoing through the air.

"this means war."

somewhere along the way of your running and dodging and throwing it would seem you'd stumbled back into the ski village, the trail left behind you as you felt your back knock into someone.

"oh god i am so-" but your words fell short as a snowball hit you in the back of the head, the man you'd bumped into giving you an odd look and continuing on his way.

"oh lia it went down the back of my neck!" you whined with a groan, wiggling uncomfortably as the ice cold water trickled down your spine, your scarf now also damp and useless as it was balled up in your hands.

"entschuldigung. come on, let us warm back up!" the woman laughed, arm slung over your shoulders and an apologetic kiss pressed to your cheek, marching the pair of you toward the nearest cafe.

"now will you admit that you got us lost?" you accused, bumping your shoulder into lia's after she'd ordered coffees for the pair of you. "no! i knew where were going the whole time." lia declined as you scoffed and she gave you a cheeky smile.

"you absolutely did not." "i did!" "you did not!" "i did. we got back here, no?" "no thanks to you!"

your little argument was paused by lia's name being called out as she pulled your beanie down over your face again and hurried to the counter to collect them.

"oo wait they have chocolate syrup!" you spied eagerly as lia handed you your coffee, darting off back to the counter as she watched with a smile before looking around the crowded room for a free table.

unable to find one she made her way to a couple sat at a six seater, politely asking if they'd mind sharing which neither one of them did, lia finding you chatting away happily to the barista, catching your eye with a little wave.

you'd made enough polite conversation with the couple beside you to warrant them bidding their goodbyes as they had a ski lesson booked in, though you'd excused yourself to use the bathroom when they arose from the table.

however you did catch the very last of their farewell as you returned toward the table, messing about with the zipper of your puffer which was jammed, a frustrated huff leaving your lips.

"-and tell your girlfriend we said good luck for the champions league for both of you. up the arsenal!" the woman cheered before her partner who appeared a little embarrassed tugged her away, lia laughing and waving them off.

"well we can tell leah that we have converted some non football fans into gooners!" lia teased as you joined her back at the table, both of your coffees long finished and a slice of chocolate cake shared between you.

"they just called me your girlfriend, and you didn't correct them." you stated as you took your seat, lia's cheeks flushing with colour. "i-well yes." she confirmed, a little lost for words and clearly flustered.

"does that maybe mean if i asked you to get dinner tonight, it could be a date?" you weren't sure where the sudden burst of confidence came from, the fear of rejection simmering at the surface the more seconds ticked by without an answer.

"or that was a stupid idea and-" "yes."

"yes?" you asked, wide eyed in surprise as now your own cheeks seemed to flush a rosy pink. "yes. its a date!" lia smiled shyly, knee knocking into yours as a few moments of comfortable silence passed between you.

"so does this mean now you will admit you got us lost?"