It all started when I began preschool. Teachers didn't understand why I was unable to memorize the answers to problems on a paper, but I was able to memorize the names of my classmates so well. My mother took me to a doctor who suggested I should receive a brain scan. That's where they found the problem. Two small swellings in the hippocampus and prefrontal lobe. My mother cried as the doctor explained how it couldn't be cured. But in that moment, I forgot why we were there anyway.
I'm 23 now, I have my own place, and managed to struggle my way through college, landing a job as a therapist. This is great for me, it's all long term, and I just have to write everything down as they say it, so I won't have to forget. But sometimes, as I lay on my bed, the clock reading 9 p.m., I remember things. Sometimes it's a name of a person, but I don't remember being acquainted with them at all.
Sometimes it's a place, usually around a motel or hotel, but I don't remember staying there recently.
Sometimes, it's really strange. I'll remember something odd, like a kitchen knife, or a small bottle of rat poison. This night though, when I turned on the news, I instantly remembered why I remember all these things. Although, it doesn't take me long to forget.
