Remembering What I Can

I can vaguely remember being diagnosed because it was such a monstrous event. Mostly, life goes on without people noticing if I remember them or not. People seem to care whether I become angry or agitated, as they like to put it, but sometimes I am just angry. I still don't like to be patronized or spoken to as if I don't know what is going on in the world. I find myself drawn to quiet, loving people who also like things quiet. I also like being around children, but I don't get as many opportunities as I would like. I was very surprised to see how few people had taken speech therapy. It was instrumental in staving off those nonverbal systems that come up. I will say I am not great at standing up for myself. My husband and I were at a brunch the other morning, and he made a point of correcting me several times. I can't see the point in this other than to just show off, which he did and embarrassed me in front of my colleagues. I think our loved ones do this because they're tired, and they are not really cruel people, but they can act cruelly towards us because they think no one will notice the difference. We may lack memories, but we don't lack feelings.