#memory problems cw

[hiro-doodlez]

People dont talk about inks memory loss/problems enough so i thought id draw it :3

[thecouncilofidiots]

*orders food*

*sets food on table*

✨️forgets✨️

*goes to grab something from other room*

*sees food on table*

"Oh! Yeay, food!"

A short story by Ace (/silly)

[hyper-cryptic]

Something about memory and dissociation and stuff.

[slugass]

for the love of god why is the “war flashbacks” meme still a fucking thing to this day

(because people thrive on stereotypes about serious mental illnesses)

[colorisbyshe]

this is why i didn't take the james somerton thing seriously, btw. james somerton's editor confirmed there's nothing to worry about

[hucklebucket]

[alicewritingstories]

Febuwhump Day 16: Came back wrong

CW: Memory problems

(Loosely) continues Day 13

AO3

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She'd known it would happen, or at least that it was a serious risk, but it was still different to see the reality and to know that her hopes had once again been dashed. This one had never had much chance, but it still hurt.

She'd known it when he first began to recover shreds of consciousness and the shrine had opened around him. She'd called his name, but when he finally opened his eyes there had been no indication that he recognised her voice. She'd directed him to the Sheikah Slate, he'd stumbled outside in the clothes that Impa and Robbie must have left for him - a century old now, ragged and moth-eaten - and had stood staring uncomprehendingly out at Hyrule spread out before him.

His memory was gone. Completely wiped clean.

In the sunlight, she could see that that wasn't all. The hideous burns that had been seared across his body when he collapsed in her arms on Blatchery Plain had turned into scar tissue. Better than the alternative, but still shocking to see. The wiry muscles of his arms and legs had atrophied to nothing; it was no wonder that there was a tremble in his skinny limbs as he looked around, expression blank and confused. She could see how weak he still was.

What had she done?

She knew the easy answers to that: she'd saved his life. She'd preserved hope for the kingdom and herself.

She'd sentenced her dearest and most loyal friend to be dragged back from death stripped of his memories. Of his home. His family. Everything he had ever known.

His gaze caught on something and she looked with him. An old man stood on the path leading up towards the shrine, a hood drawn down over his face so that only his white beard was visible. As she and Link watched, he turned and walked back to his campfire under an overhang a little way further down.

Link hesitated, then turned and ran in the other direction, stumbling, panting for breath. Zelda wept inside as she watched her brave champion flee the sight of another person. Of course he did. He had no memory of other hylians. Did he even still remember how to speak and understand when he was spoken to?

She'd known that something like this might happen, but somehow she'd not believed that the loss would be this complete.

Link paused in his flight as his eye was caught by something. He snatched up a mushroom from the ground and ate it raw in a couple of bites.

On top of everything else, he was starving.

Zelda tried not to sink into guilt and despair as he found and ate an apple, huddled in a sunny corner in the rocks. This was cruel. He'd come back all wrong. But this was the situation they were facing.

"Link," she called and he looked up, his mouth full of apple. "Link, go to the point marked on your Sheikah Slate."

Maybe she could guide him. Maybe enough of his memory would return in time. She could only hope.

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(Loosely) continued on day 24

[anghraine]

Honestly, it seems more and more to me that the way some people talk about depression and anxiety is just ... wildly divorced from what it's like, especially severe depression/anxiety. In particular, there seems this sort of assumption that severe depression or anxiety is intrinsically less severe than any other mental illnesses, less disruptive, less divergent from what can reasonably be expected from human existence.

And, yeah, bullshit.

[waywardtyrantpirate]

Tw: abuse, childhood torture, sexual abuse

I've had this memory of the basement. In my old house. It was a huge house w/ a full basement. The laundry room was down there so I was down there occasionally. The times I were were very strange.

I had been walking around in the basement and my parents were doing something. I walked into this room that had boards on the floor that had nails in them, boxes and a Christmas tree. There was a door w/ the boards against it. My mother told me not to go in there due to the boards w/ nails in them.

I got...scared of the door. My stomach dropped. For some reason I got scared. And my brain got fuzzy. Everytime I remember I get staticy like the other memory just not as much.

Years later my mother casually mentions that there was a room in the basement w/ a collar w/ a chain...

Did-did something happen to me?

If anyone can tell me what this is please comment or message

[nowendil]

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[angeart]

Oh...oh Rei did a baaaaaaad.... Oh but he's still hurting from that himself isn't he? While people are trying to punish him... And he has to look out for Raven when he's not okay himself... (not that him hurting forgives the toxic things but that is still some hefty guilt right there)

Yessssss tell me more about this universe's Raven!

-🎀

yes, rei’s hurting <3 and it doesn’t fix or apologise or make anything better. fyi, the girlfriend incident happened about five years ago to the current raven’s events! 

it’s not the only bad thing rei’s caused, but… let’s circle back again and talk about rei’s raven and their life. 

//cw for suicide mention.

even when they were little, rei and raven were pretty different. raven was a sweet, sensitive boy who unintentionally drew all the affection to himself. he didn’t ask for it, it was just unconditionally given to him on the merit of his bright, friendly, easy personality. the adorable clumsiness and need for help. the gentle heart. basically, he was spoiled and beloved by all.

rei was the opposite. he didn’t know how to express his wants or ask for things, he wasn’t good at expressing his emotions, and never seemed particularly social. unlike raven, who was perceived as someone who thrived on and needed love, rei was deemed “independent enough not to need love or attention”, which led him to feel overlooked and neglected.

despite this, rei and raven used to have a good relationship, a tight sibling bond, for a good couple of years. but over the time, rei’s internal struggle started wedging a knife between them.

they were twins, but rei never felt seen. like i said before, he always felt like he had to fight for things. for scraps. he went down bad routes because they let him scream out his soul. the literal fights were a cry for help, littered with bruises and wounds that he pretended never hurt. 

without being sure there were going to be gentle hands to catch and hold him, he couldn’t afford to be weak.

where raven grew timid and quiet—the good, perfect kid—rei had temperament and zero idea how to control it (or even why he should bother to). he was prone to outbursts and anger and frustration. he wanted to be seen, and, at the end of it, he craved attention—no matter if good or bad. which led him to lashing out and rebelling, which only led to less love and more scoldings and disappointment aimed is way, leaving him feeling alienated and wrong.

when him and raven talked together, sometimes it went okay, sometimes it was a disaster. often it was raven trying to be a moral compass for rei, trying to (mostly) gently steer him and bring him to his senses, but rei interpreted it as condescension and dismissed it all with a scoff.

they grew older, continuing on this diverging path, hurtling further away from each other. 

raven never wanted this distance between them. it wasn’t always this complicated. it wasn’t always this hurtful. he didn’t know what he’s doing wrong, why rei seems to hate him. 

here’s the thing. in a way, they both sort of never formed attachments: 

raven craved the bond he used to have with rei, but translated his brother’s attitude as a rejection, making him think he’s not worthy. he felt like he couldn’t have relationships with anyone unless he has one with his brother in the first place. (otherwise, it felt like a betrayal of rei, like a cheap replacement to fill the hollow part of his soul where his twin should be.) 

rei, on the other hand, felt like nobody could love him, because raven “steals all the love away”, placing the blame in all the wrong places. he got into habit of pushing people away and acting tough, layer upon layer of pretense until he was not capable of getting close to anybody. he was terrified of gaining something only to have it all taken away, put into better hands (that were never his). he was scared of having everything sucked out of him, so he hid and pretended and fought.

then the whole Girlfriend Incident happened, on that wretched cliffside.

rei took it badly, shocked and shaken. despite his behaviour, he never wanted to bring harm to anyone but himself. yet here he was, plagued with nightmares and unable to breathe through the rampaging guilt that only seemed to prove that he is a bad person, that everyone was right—

he pushed it down. tried, desperately, to pretend that nothing was wrong. 

he couldn’t stand losing control, however illusionary it was. 

raven called out his bluff, noticing something is wrong. because for all the years rei felt invisible, raven never stopped paying attention to him. but rei just buried it deep down and kept lashing out and pushing people away even more, including raven. 

by this point, raven put a lot of attention on rei, but rei never noticed. he was too blind to it, too wrapped up in the way he perceived things to work, shackled by self-pity and guilt and outside expectations.

this was a fight raven couldn’t keep fighting for him. he grew exhausted, because he, too, wasin pain. rei put so much blame on him, all of rei’s life was “going wrong” because of raven—or so it seemed, so he made it sound. and that was a heavy burden to bear! 

raven was aware of rei’s hidden pain, and without being offered any other explanations or alternatives, he recognised himself as the source of it.  and… he didn’t want rei to be hurting. he  didn’t want to be this burden ruining everything for his brother. maybe if he wasn’t in the equation… if he’s such an obstacle in rei’s life, causing all that struggle and suffering, maybe if he was gone, rei could get better and be happy and—

without answers, raven started to believe he’s responsible for rei’s misery. his idea was that they were both only halves, but instead of complementing each other, they destroy each other, and while they both live, neither of them can really live.

this all built up, in quiet, dark recesses of raven's soul, until one day, he stood at the edge of the cliff.

oddly enough, the exactly same cliff as the incident before.

rei got there too late, but not late enough to miss it. he was forced to witness it, helpless to stop it.

raven’s last words, as he cried and looked to rei, were, “i need you.” 

which is exactly what rei was trying to get his girlfriend to say, months ago.

he wanted someone to need him, and here was a person who so achingly needed him, and rei never saw it. he failed him. he— 

he couldn’t stop this.

raven toppled, fell into the waves, and died.

he drowned.

and rei,

well,

rei screamed.

he couldn’t bear it.

and his soul tore the world apart to fix it.

because raven needed him.

[chronic--experiences]

I was just hit with a memory from high school from when I asked if I could zoom into class on days that my chronic illness/pain was so bad that I couldn’t attend school, and they said no because it was only for people who had Covid :)

[kaesaaurelia]

Ahh, the social anxiety-inspired urge to review every single conversation after the fact and stew in self-loathing because maybe you didn't know what to say and were awkward and what if everyone thinks you're dumb or cringey or annoying.

[fangsfortheblood]

Oh when you're a bloody SPOKE fictive and your best bud LYSANDER who's also A BLOODY FICTIVE talks like a BLOODY TOFF and you start picking up the language except yk I DONT WANT TO TALK LIKE A BLOODY TOFF IT GOT ME NOWHERE AND IT'S NOT AS RUDDY SEXY

Mate you're ruined me. I've been irreverocably changed

[redd956]

*Unlocks suppressed or fogged or forgotten memories at random*

I- I was i- in- in uh- a chess club???

[krindor]

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