@olena@actuallyautistic@pathfinder@devxvda I remember the stories I tell about memorable events in my life, but other than that I have very few memories, and rarely are they visual.
I also don’t really consider myself to be the same person. Sure, I seem to have some continuity in the stories, but there are distinct divisions in my life as told by those stories and therefore my memory. I think of myself as just the latest person to play the lead role in these stories. I have warm feelings for most of the previous people who occupied this body, but they don’t feel like me.