I wonder sometimes about my auditory sensitivities.
My mother has been a piano and general music teacher my whole life. I was raised on piano, French horn (to escape my mother's tutelage), and all kinds of music.
I find that there so very very many songs that evoke memories. Maybe it's more than that.
I can barely create much less hold an image in my mind (I'm told this is often an #actuallyautistic trait), yet these memories, just for a moment, are so vivid!
People have this expression: "That takes me back...". It is just that. For a brief moment, I remember exactly where I was, who was there, what I was looking at, which way I was facing. Hell, often I could even tell you which cardinal direction I was facing. Yet I can't recall the date, the weather, though usually the approximate time of day.
After working through most of the PTSD (because you "work through it", not "get over it"), I'm come around to seeing these as moments of reverie: a gift to be savored, a rare moment of calm in an atypically difficult life.
I wonder how this is for othesr? I suspect mine may be more detailed than most.
@elight @autistics
I don't remember everything, I'm not one of those people who could tell you what meal they had twenty years ago on a given day. But, what I do remember I do with absolute clarity and detail. Like I'm back there again.