This is the fourth, and final, installment of my struggle to process the recovered memories of what happened to me when I was fifteen.
Memories of my time as a 15-year-old runaway continue to come back and I am having trouble coping with the distress each new memory brings.
Memories of my time as a fifteen year old runaway continue to return to me and a much different picture of the world is emerging for me from them.
Memories can be repressed or altered but I never thought any of mine had been. This week I discovered I have repressed details and altered facts in my memories of at least one of my experiences as a youngster.