''When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bench in a park. I was wearing my school uniform and my books were on my bedside table. I sat up from where I lay and looked around. It was early morning and there were people rushing around, probably to go to work. This is a huge city and I couldn't remember who I was, where I was, where this was or even what my name was. I was helpless. What was in my head was nothing but a huge nothingness. I was afraid, what were the things I lost, who were they? The only thing I noticed about myself at that moment was my uneasy and timid gaze directed around. These looks must have attracted the attention of a police officer who was passing by on his way to work, so he came to me and asked me, "Girl, are you okay?" ''I said I do not know. I felt so alienated from myself that I didn't even know if I was okay or not. "What are you doing here, how long have you been here?" The only word that came out of my mouth was "I don't know" again. The police officer looked at me both confused, trying to understand the situation, and saddened, and said, "Come on, girl, come with me, let's try to reach your family." I had nothing else to do and I think he was the only person I would feel safe with at that moment. We went to the police station together. He told his friends, or rather, as I learned later, his superiors, about my situation. One of them, who was older than the others, came to me and said, "Girl, what were you doing alone in that park in Esenyurt at that time of the morning?" I suddenly felt as if I had suddenly been woken up from a long sleep. "Esenyurt? "Which city is this?" The police chief's surprise increased even more. "Which city? Girl, don't you know Istanbul? "Istanbul?" At that moment, I thought I was in a nightmare rather than sleep. The police asked me if I had my ID with me. When I checked my uniform, I saw that it was in the inside pocket. I took it out and looked at the ID. My name, mother's name, father's name, date of birth, and even my registered registration in Adana were all there. The police obtained my address and my family's information from my identity information. I was living in Adana, my school, my family, my relatives are all there, but I'm in Istanbul...
They called my family. The voice on the phone belonged to a woman, probably my mother, because when the callers said they were the police, there was a shriek in the middle. It covered the whole. "My daughter! My child! "Did something happen to my daughter, officer?" They reassured my mother that I was fine and told me that I was at the Istanbul Esenyurt District Police Department. They hosted me there until my family came.
I'm still not sure what was difficult for me in those days. Was it the memory I lost, my family and myself, or what I remembered after finding them all? A few days before that incident, someone from the neighborhood attacked me and attempted to rape me while I was going to school. Maybe he couldn't do it, but I couldn't tell anyone about that incident. I kept blaming myself for why I went down that path when I had already noticed that person's interest in me. Then the last thing I remember was getting ready to go to school and leaving the house. I don't remember the rest, but after leaving home, I went to the terminal instead of school and bought a ticket to Istanbul. I got off at the Esenyurt Bus Terminal and walked to that park and spent the night there. It is a temporary loss of memory due to the effect of a trauma. It is the most common dissociative disorder. It is more common in women. It usually accompanies stressful and traumatic events. There are four subtypes:
- Limited amnesia: It is the most common type. There is memory loss limited to short-term events such as a few hours to a few days.
- Common amnesia: There is memory loss related to all life events.
- Selective amnesia: Only some There is a situation in which events or some people are not remembered.
- Permanent amnesia: Events are forgotten immediately after they occur. Therefore, new memories cannot be created. It has a beginning. Everything has been forgotten from its beginning to the moment it was discovered.
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