Who are you?

[RastaPope]

Let's say your husband/wife/girl/boy/brother/father, etc....had an accident resulting in amnesia. They recover, but have no recollection of you. How would you deal? Could you deal, if all a sudden this most important person in your life never remembered you?

 

[peachykeen]

I don't think it's possible to answer this question unless you've been in such a situation. I mean, of course you could cope. You'd have to. The question really is, what form would that take, you know?

I remember my mom told me once about something that happened with my grandfather: When I was an infant, my grandfather was in the garrage working on the car. My mom and grandmother were out shopping with me. When they got back they found my granfather lying under the car, having passed out because the garage door had closed. At the hospital, my mom said one of the worst feelings she ever had in her life was when he looked right at her and didn't recognize her. Fortunately the majority of memory loss he suffered was only temporary, but she said it was just an awful pit-of-the-stomach feeling.

 

[superlittlegirl]

I would freak, pretty much. I'd try to remind the person of who I was, I guess. But the initial adjustment would be traumatic.

 

[breakwall]

Could you deal, if all a sudden this most important person in your life never remembered you?

Wellll, on the upside...I wouldnt have to pay back all that money I borrowed....

 

[Earthmuffin]

In our family it's called Alzheimer's

My grandfather remembers my mother as a blonde teenager. She's a graying auburn haired middle age woman. He remembers me as a child...one of the munchykins resembles me so she gets called my name. He doesn't always remember the other grandkids. He can't tell you what he had for breakfast. We love him and we repeat ourselves. And we hug each other and cry when it gets hard to deal with.

In him lives our love and in us live memories of a time when he could trace the family tree and its branches back 6 generations. That is how we cope.

 

[sweet soft kiss]

I don't know what I would do. I guess I would have to let them get to know me again. Whoever or whatever I am can't be defined in just biographical details. If they loved me before, I would have to trust that they would learn to love me again. But it would be a horribly frustrating experience for both parties I would imagine. One looking at the other as a total stranger and the other looking at them with a life full of memories and hopes and desires that you realize might never be recovered.

 

[Guest]

I'd find a support group.


Or maybe start one here...

 

[sterlingclay]

My dad had a serious accident resulting in massive head trauma. His short term memory is virtually nonexistant but he remembers everything before the accident fine. Thank the good lord. But the doctors say he'll lose about 20 years of his lifespan as his condition degenerates.

It was a terrifying day as I waited on his condition at the hospital. His face swollen twice its size, thick black swollen circles where his eyes once graced. I was scared... until he heard my voice and asked how my day has gone, son.

Today he can't smell, he can't remember what he ate for breakfast unless he wrote it down somewhere, and he won't live til 60. But thank the great spirit he still remembers me.

 

[april-wine]

Now I have a that song stuck in my head...........

Who Are You"

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

[chorus:]
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

[chorus]

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?

 

[Minkey Boodle]

My name is Shaquita.
I just need some money so I can get my nails done.

 

[Smiley777]

My name is Shaquita.

I got a craving for bananas now, how odd.

 

[Minkey Boodle]

Chaquita is a faker.

 

[Smiley777]

I always knew it wasn't the real deal.

 

[someplace]

My Dad had a stroke a couple years ago and at first he couldn't remember us. It was very frightening. He couldn't remember his own name even. We all kept reminding him and asking him questions to jog his memory. Eventually, over time, he's remembered most things, but it still is slow and painful at times. You cope as best you can.

 

[Guest]

I am who I am
nothing more
nothing less