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Why witnesses can’t recall just the facts

A ‘Memory Hacker’ Explains
How to Plant False Memories in People’s Minds

"We try to repeat those experiences that we remember with pleasure and pride, and we try to avoid repeating those that we remember with embarrassment and regret. The trouble is that we often don't remember them correctly. Remembering an experience feels a lot like opening a drawer and retrieving a story that was filed away on the day it was written. That feeling is one of our mind's most sophisticated illusions. Memory is not a dutiful scribe that keeps a complete transcript of our experiences, but a sophisticated editor that clips and saves key elements of an experience and then uses these elements to rewrite the story each time we ask to reread it. The clip-and-save method usually works pretty well because the editor usually has a keen sense of which elements are essential and which are disposable. Alas, as keen as its editorial skills may be, memory does have a few quirks that cause it to misrepresent the past and hence causes us to incorrectly imagine the future. " - Daniel Gilbert

memory is defined as:

something remembered

the act or an instance of recollection

an electronic memory device

an artifact of instinct and intuition

all that a individual can remember

retaining and recalling past experience

the cognitive processes whereby past experience is remembered

thought or emotion brought to consciousness from the subconscious

The period of time covered by the remembrance or recollection of a individual or group of individuals.

The capacity of a material, such as plastic or metal, to return to a previous shape after deformation.

The faculty of the mind by which it retains the knowledge of previous thoughts, impressions, or events.

The ability of the immune system to respond faster and more powerfully to subsequent exposure to an antigen.

Something, or an aggregate of things, remembered; hence, character, conduct, etc., as preserved in remembrance, history, or tradition; posthumous fame.

The reach and positiveness with which a individual can remember; the strength and trustworthiness of one's power to reach and represent or to recall the past.

Memory is the generic term, denoting the power by which we reproduce past impressions. Remembrance is an exercise of that power when things occur spontaneously to our thoughts. In recollection we make a distinct effort to collect again, or call back, what we know has been formerly in the mind. Reminiscence is intermediate between remembrance and recollection, being a conscious process of recalling past occurrences, but without that full and varied reference to particular things which characterizes recollection.

Memory is a complicated process, only partly understood. Research suggests that the qualities of a memory do not in and of themselves provide a reliable way to determine accuracy. For example, a vivid and detailed memory may be based upon inaccurate reconstruction of facts, or largely self-created impressions that appear to have actually occurred. Likewise, continuity of memory is no guarantee of truth, and disruption of memory is no guarantee of falsity. Finally, memory is believed to be a reconstructed phenomenon, and so it can often be strongly influenced by expectation (one's own or other people's), emotions, the implied beliefs of others, inappropriate interpretation, or desired outcome.

the brain lets us plan to remember

new input can warp fresh memories

some memories last and others fade

context is critical for making memories

shortcut lets brain make memories in a flash

feedback loop keeps memory from fading

one memory can change the way we think

implanting non-believed false memories


déjà vu

déjà vu is an illusion, a vivid mental trick played by the mind on itself.

You walk into a charming beautiful garden.

Suddenly, you are certain, absolutely positive, you have been in that exact spot doing the exact same thing before.

There is a puzzling but very strong feeling of familiarity.

What is really happening is your mind is processing the experience along several neural pathways at once.

déjà vu is a neurological anomaly related to improperly timed synapses firings resulting in an erroneous sensation of memory of previous experience coupled with an inability to grasp any details of the underlying memory of that experience.

Improperly filed information meets in the mind's higher processing centers as a time overlapping incident.

It is as if one series of messages have taken a shortcut and ziped into memory first. When others identical messages arrive, the mind announces, accurately, that the new memories are replicas of previous memoriess.

To the mind, this means you have been here and done this before.

70% of people say they have had a déjà vu experience.


Is it possible to consciously delete existing memory?

People that have had extremely traumatic experiences that do not fit in to that person's typical understanding of reality seem to be able to delete the memory of the actual experience.

Although they are able to consciously forget the actual memory, or perhaps mask or wall up the memory, they are unable to mask to their inner most selves, the emotional response that occurs when similar events take place that their subconscious mind recognizes and categorizes as familiar to past events.

If it is possible to consciously delete existing memory - how would that individual ever know that memories had been deleted?


trauma symptoms

trauma

traumatic brain injury

It is necessary and crucial step required for healing to allow traumatized people to talk about their trauma. Allowing people to talk about what has befallen them allows them to connect with their emotion and process the trauma.

"Focusing on children who are not abuse victims (because, thankfully, children who are not abused by their caregivers are the majority), let us consider an ordinary childhood event that developed into trauma, rather than just fright or hurt. Take a few moments to view things through the eyes of five-year old Dylan, who gets off the school bus at the wrong stop.

Dylan started kindergarten on Tuesday. Today is Wednesday. He is riding the school bus home for the second time in his life. He feels a little intimidated by the big ten-year-old sitting beside him, he misses his mother, and he is not at all sure that he knows how to be a school bus rider. Nearly everything during the past day and a half has been new, and Dylan is worn out, and eager to get back to the homey sofa in the den, and his Quack Pack videos. His mother promised that she would be waiting for him at the bus stop, just like yesterday. He looks expectantly out the window as the bus travels by places that look dimly familiar.

When the bus finally stops, bunches of loud, laughing, pushing children migrate hastily toward the door. The children disembark in an impenetrable tangle of thrashing heads and arms, Dylan among them, confused but earnestly striving to be a good bus rider. There are some adults by the side of the road. They greet the children, and in a matter of seconds, the bus has departed, and everyone has moved away from the bus stop.

Dylan's mother is not there. And as people walk out of sight, chattering and swinging each other's hands, no one notices that one five-year-old boy has been left standing alone. The boy does not even think about calling after the people. He is too stunned, and besides, he does not know them. He stands right there, for a long time, hoping that his mother will appear. He looks like a tiny statue at the edge of the road, until a monstrous truck, air horn blaring, zooms by just a few feet in front of him, causing him to lurch sideways into some trees. He looks around at the wooded area, and decides he had better hide there until his mother comes.

Dylan sits down under an elm, where he is concealed from the road by a small embankment. He puts his legs out in front of him, and leans back against the tree. His new backpack, which he still has on, cushions him a bit. He stares straight ahead, and begins to tap his new sneakers together. He is scared, but he knows his mother will come soon. He sits that way for about half an hour, the length of one Quack Pack video, and then he thinks the unthinkable: maybe she is not coming. As soon as this thought occurs to him, he feels clammy all over; his stomach feels shaky, and he begins to cry.

Soon, the tears have turned to desperate sobs. He cries convulsively for several minutes, until he is gasping for breath. Then, he gets an idea. He inhales as deeply as he can, stands up, and walks cautiously back to the roadside, where he looks around briefly. He calls out, "Mommy!" and then, more emphatically, "Mommy!"

Dylan is about three quarters of a mile from his home, in a nice, safe suburban neighborhood. As long as he stays out of the road, which he knows to do, he is in no physical danger. Serene middleclass houses sit at the ends of the driveways that join the street on both sides. Really, all that Dylan has to do is go up one of the driveways and knock on a door, which in all likelihood will be answered by a sympathetic adult who will quickly contact his mother. But five-year-old Dylan does not know this. In his so far brief time on earth, he has never knocked on a strange door. He has never even gone all alone to someone else's house. And in his current panicked state, he does not even put it together that the silent houses contain people at all. The houses are only another aspect of what is impersonal and frightening all around him.

After shouting "Mommy" a few more times, he gives up and returns to his tree behind the embankment. His pants are damp in back, from the ground he sits on. He feels cold in the warm September afternoon, and he shivers. He whispers "Mommy" once, and a few more tears leak onto his cheeks. But then he is quiet. He sits quite still under the tree, as the enormity of his situation engulfs him. He is lost. His mother is gone. He will never get to talk to her again. He is never going home.

In this way, he remains for about another hour. He begins to feel that the world is very far away, and he is just a teeny speck floating somewhere in a fuzzy gray space. He wonders, in a detached sort of way, whether he is going to die now. Finally, he does not feel anything, not even cold and shivery. Still wearing his backpack, he curls up in a fetal position on the ground, and, in his mind, completely disappears from himself and his surroundings.

Another hour passes. Dylan is brought back to himself when his mother dives to her knees by the tree, and grabs him up in her arms. Some other grown-ups are there, also. Without emotion, Dylan says, "Mommy?" His mother is sobbing and jubilant at the same time, and she does not notice that Dylan is neither.

Someone drives Dylan, and his mother home. They sit in the backseat, where his mother hugs and kisses him over and over, and tells him that everything is okay. Dylan does not say anything. When they get home, his mother places several emotional phone calls, and then she makes some chicken noodle soup for Dylan. When he does not eat it, she tells him once again that everything is okay. She assures him that from now on, she will pick him up at kindergarten herself. No more school bus. Then, feeling at a loss, she suggests that they sit on the cozy sofa together and watch one of his videos. She holds him close, and he watches the movie. He does not keep up a running commentary, or wiggle away to bounce on the furniture the way he usually does, but she knows that he must be exhausted, and probably still frightened. She is, too.

When the movie is over, she decides that Dylan looks pale. She hopes he has not gotten sick from lying on the damp ground, and she suggests that he go to sleep right now, though it is still early. Without protest, Dylan lets his mother put him to bed, where he resumes his fetal position.

When we imagine this event from inside Dylan's mind, we see that he is much more than tired and very scared. He is traumatized. His nascent views of the world and the people in it have been violated, and his ability to cope has been utterly overwhelmed. At the age of five, he has imagined the face of death, and has experienced the fact that one can terminate such imaginings by being dissociative. All of this without any objective danger, and though the story had a happy ending Dylan has still been traumatized."

excerpt from Divided Consciousness and the Promise of Awareness, by Martha Stout, Ph.D


An adult can easily forget the trauma inflicted on a child.

Adults may never realize a child has been traumatized.

A child will forget what caused the trauma but there will always be a set of circumstance that will send that child into a dissociative state.

It is unlikely that an adult will remember what initially caused the trauma while not in a dissociative state.

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