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Sarah. Just Add Hyperfocus's avatar

This just sounds so sensible. And your “Penis in the Patè” brought back memories of my Mum walking round the house with her tits out - empty sacs hanging down in front of her ribcage. I think it’s why I detest nakedness.

I have realised lately that my brain has some definite aversions to certain body parts (including all feet, some noses, old ears, wrinkly bits, hair) and I would rather not see them.

In fact the only part of the body that I really like is hands. I love the stories that hands tell.

Memoir is hard for me - I don’t have memories.

I think it would take some intense therapy-like work for me to access memories for decades of my life, which I have never had time for. I construct my history from photos, single memories like snapshots that have no before or after, and diary notes, in the years when I kept diaries.

Every so often, I think of diving in, but I am a little cautious of what I might find there. It would be like a trip to a war zone, and I am not sure the value of the journey!

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Debra Douglas's avatar

Oh no! I was this close to resigning myself to just forget it. All unfinished 65 pages that aren’t enough. But yes, you are right. ❤️

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