Dear mouse,
After I watched the interview of Diane Sawyer with Jill Price, the woman who could not forget, I also tried remembering things in my past.
Jill Price is the author of the book, THE WOMAN WHO NEVER FORGETS where she wrote that her ability to retain past memories is more of a curse than a gift.
Eight years ago, she approached memory specialists to make a study about her case.
The medical study points to Price’s brain size which was three times the size of those in other women her age. In 2006, the UC-Irvine team published a research paper about Price, proposing a new medical condition for her called hyperthymestic syndrome, meaning that she has a superior memory. So the researchers attributed Jill’s superior memory retention to her mind’s capacity as in computer’s gigabytes of memory?
Jill Price’s gift is only limited to her life and events. She could not memorize poems or other stuff which could have made her a genius, a walking encyclopedia.
A research conducted on Caucasians and African-Americans in 2007 found that there’s a genetic reason why some have the gift or curse to recall commonplace emotional memories.
Victoroff , a USC professor of clinical neurology said that the people should be able to separate the really important memories from the forgettable ones. Those who can’t would likely die young. Maybe due to depression?
Several blogs ago, I posted the question why some people’s wounds do not heal in the passage of time. This is the answer. People do not have the same specific chemicals in the brain that preserve “images” resulting in enhanced emotional memory.
Jill’s revelations encouraged other people to come forward and relate their own experience in memory retention.
I did the same to find out if I also have a hint of this newly found disorder which is a variant of obsessive-compulsive’s collecting and hoarding behavior. Instead of stuff, it is the memories which are collected and hoarded. Arghh.
The other week, I was reminded of the receptionist in the Physical Therapy of the co-pay which I thought I had handed to her. So I reached for my wallet. I could not find it in my jacket’s pocket. I was alarmed. Then the receptionist pointed to me that it was in my right hand. HAHAHAHA.
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