Read this interesting interview with a woman who realized that her recovered memories of child abuse were false.
This is interesting for more than what it tells us about the child abuse overreach of the late 80s and early 90s. It tells us something about human memory and identity. Our authenticity is always manufactured.
It tells us that our past is in play. Lately the Church’s journal-keeping counsel has been in my meditations and I’ve begun to see it as more than just advice for daily living, like toothbrushing. I see it as saying something very important about ourselves. The immediacy of life that allows us to develop and repent also allows us to fall off a cliff of memory–to have massive spiritual experience and blazes of romance and later to simply forget it, to decide that all along we never really believed and we never really loved, and to really believe it. I see much of the quotidian advice of the apostles that we keep journals and write down blessings and date on Fridays to be part of a profound attempt to circumscribe our past and present and future into one great whole. I have come to believe that exaltation partly means becoming a being who is in some sense *present* throughout time and therefore exaltation necessarily requires incorporating all the events of one’s life into a story and a direction.
It tells us that we have a need to know secrets. We can accommodate that need in the Temple and in private revelation or we can accommodate it in conspiracy and recovered memory.