#memory problems cw

[relivethisdream]

Sticking your Great Gyatt Grove out for The Rizzler… Is that anything. Please. It’s so cold

[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)

[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

[rotting-inkblot]

i dont WANNA have to look up daterape drugs, or even drugs that are dissolvable in alcohol............................. but stalker!barry slipping a lil somethinsomethin in rafe's drink to make him more pliable and reliant on him

[evilyn-is-gay]

Doodles from when I was understimulated earlier (I got food so I’m ok now)

(Cw: intrusive thoughts)

[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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[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 :)

[redd956]

*Unlocks suppressed or fogged or forgotten memories at random*

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

[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

[twisted-times]

Hate when you warn someone at the beginning of a relationship, “hey I have issues with derealization, time, and memory!” and they say “ok that’s fine <3” and then when you have issues with derealization, time, and memory, they’re like “what the fuck is wrong with you” it really makes my day

[wolfbane-blooms]

I've decided its [spins wheel] girly for me to [throws dart towards board backwards while blindfoldrd] have hickies

[mental-illness-bingo]

It is NOT the time for me to look into that type of abuse that I go "that is something I really should research idek what the acronym stands for" and then promptly get distracted and forget about - unlike any other type of trauma stuff I think about where I more often will become fixated because mental health is a special interest of mine. That is v not normal behavior for me, but you know what it is?

That is big system speak for: babes you absolutely don't wanna know this don't make me take the memories of this from you 🥰 which I will do if you look it up 🥰🥰🥰

But... I'm curious. I wanna know what those terms mean both to be more educated and bc it's sus that I keep forgetting every single time I say "I need to look into this".

Also because we have a very random very specific trigger with extremely detailed memories associated that I am convinced?? Did not happen?? But my delusions aren't like that?? And also every time I remember it I either have an immediate panic attack or have those memories ripped away from me (why yes I did forget the details of that memory partway through typing this sentence I just vaguely remember the name associated with it). So maybe I am wrong about that not having had really happened. If so this could absolutely be related. But like?? This could not have happened to me. Right?

Rip this is gonna hurt isn't it?

[thatonegaybrit]

; really funny but I js saw a post talking ab smth and it mentioned at one point " and since it's August tmr- " and I had to pause because like. My brain died and it's headstone was js: SOMETHING IMPORTANT HAPPENS IN AUGUST WHAT IS IT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUC- oh my birthday, right. OH FUCK MY BIRTHDAY IS IN AUGUST FUCK FUCK FUCK so yh happy early birthday to me yay