Ironically, I can vividly remember talking to the doctor about my worsening memory. And I can remember exactly when things started becoming hard to remember. I was in my late 30s. At my annual physical, I explained to my doctor how I was forgetting things now when in the past I had prided myself on my steel trap mind. Her response was that I was experiencing a normal part of aging and that “if you can’t remember where you left the keys, that’s normal, but if you can’t remember what a key does, that’s not.”
Thus began my official entrance into the “senior moments” years when I was barely even knocking on the door to middle-age:(
I’d love to tell you all sorts of funny stories about my failing memory and my life… but I can’t remember most of them! My husband is getting a lot of mileage out of this whole phenomenon because he has had a bad memory for as long as I have known him and I did used to give him a hard time about it now and again. My teen is most impatient. “Mom, you already asked me that!” “Mom, I explained that to you twice already!” I have to keep screaming with frustration patiently telling him that I would not ask again if I remembered. My job as his mom may be to make his life miserable but there are much easier and more fun ways to do it! The worst part about him knowing my memory is slipping is that he is always convinced that he is the one person in our house who remembers things correctly and therefor should get the final word on disagreements. But hubby and I agree, bad memories aside, that teen memory is pretty darn selective and sometimes the old foggies are the ones who are correctly recalling events!
I am a big believer in notes now. I have a pad in the car. I have a pad in my nightstand that lights up with the push of a button. I have a pad at the side of my bathroom sink. Now I just have to remember my thoughts long enough to get them down on paper and write enough detail so that I can remember the whole concept. This blog post actually started in the shower one day and by the time I got out to write down the idea, I had forgotten the entire concept! Funny how that comes back to me later.
So I guess this is just one more part of aging that I have to accept. Fortunately, many of the people in my life are experiencing the same thing so can understand when I respond to a request with “I will if I remember.” And I have started many a conversation with “Stop me if I told you this already.” I’m adjusting, adapting. And finding it hard to believe that it has already been 10 years of not being able to remember something as simple as my own son’s phone number or how long to microwave the breakfast I have been making every day for months!
How about you? Steel trap or steel sieve?