I recently learned that I have that typically autistic memory.
I can remember stuff very well. I usually don't reread novels because I know the good one almost by heart and remember the bad ones to vividly. I know so many random things, that family "uses" me as a Google or Wikipedia alternative. But I struggle to remember my childhood. I used to think it was a childhood specific thing, then I thought I voluntary forgot the "bad times" in my twenties. Then I listened (...)
