Repressed memories are a myth. The idea is that the person is all messed up in the head, yet they don't know why. They try to get their crap together until they're forced to uncover their repressed traumatic memories, through loving guidance and reflection.
But that's all a lie.
The truth is that you remember those things as well as your brain does. The brain may make choices for you, but it doesn’t lock away things like that. The process used to uncover these supposed repressed memories can actually form false memories. It can damage mental health.
Yet the myth is still mystifyingly persistent.
How it actually goes is that you choose to lock up things, to keep it in a cage far away, so it doesn’t take over. And when the scratching and clawing gets to be too much, and you decide to write it all down, that relatively small but very bothersome thing takes up eighty pages.
You locked up a mouse. All it was, was a mouse. For months and months, then years, scritching and scratching; it was getting restless. You couldn’t sleep- it kept you up at night with it’s chewing and tapping, getting louder as time went on. So one day you let it out, and out came hundreds and hundreds, thousands of mice, washing over you, eating at the walls, and eating at you, until you were just bones. Who will find your bones? Where will the rest of you come from?
