There are days I wish my memory wasn’t a sieve. Even though we different alters have pretty good communication back and forth I feel like a goldfish. It’s hard to stick to new routines unless they’re stuck with for more than a week they tend to disappear after a few days. Ideas, notations…I live like a pensioner (or so I feel a lot of the time) I have to write notes about everything or rely on my husband to remind me about things, and he doesn’t have the best memory either.

I get scared at times. I worry that I will lose my son somewhere, even though all of us are very good at keeping an eye on him. I’m terrified. I hear about people who have left their children in cars and I get petrified that I’ll do something like that. I forget that I’m making dinner some times or to put laundry from the washer into the dryer, or get it out of the dryer, or to order prescriptions.

I hate it.

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