A couple of days ago I came home to my front door and .. that was it. I no longer knew how a person gets past a door. It came back to me but for a little while I simply sat looking at the door. I knew there was a way to open it but I had no idea how that was done. I had zero concept of keys or any other thing that opens it. So I just sat there. My brain taking me to that place, again. The place where I stare at a telephone and recognize that it is a thing but I don't know what kind of thing. This time it was my front door. After a bit, like it usually does, the information was available and I knew about doors. I got my key then my remote door opener and I was inside.
Explaining what it's like living with a damaged brain .. I haven't been able to communicate that to people who don't. I haven't been able to get myself to a support group and I don't know when I will. In the meantime I have these little adventures alone and those who care about me try to understand. How do I tell them it isn't like forgetting something, it's the total absence of that information. It doesn't exist. Then when my brain does whatever it needs to do to reset, the information comes. It doesn't come back like a memory either, it comes as brand new information as if I landed on the planet having lived a whole life never knowing about the thing, then I am taught about it.
I have lost days, seasons, years, entire knowledge of friendships. Almost always, these things come back. But how the heck do I convince people that I am not kidding, I honestly don't know who you are, at all, period. Again, my friends come in and help and they are wonderful.
I guess I just needed to vent.