There isn’t nearly enough secondhand embarrassment in amnesia fic.
I want amnesia fic where the person with amnesia finds photos of themself looking at their crush (who they can’t currently remember) with glowing heart-eyes and is just like — am I seriously this obvious all the time? Don’t I realize that people can see me?
I want amnesia fic where the person with amnesia asks their bff, “so tell me about myself” and the bff starts describing the EPIC HUMILIATINGLY OBVIOUS CRUSH the amnesiac has on their love interest and the amnesiac is like “oh god please stop telling me about myself.”
I want amnesia fic where the person with amnesia opens up their laptop and looks in their porn folder and finds 3 videos of lookalike porn, 18 of their crush’s shitty vines and an mp3 of a voicemail their crush left them that’s not even remotely sexy, it’s just their crush saying something like “you did a great job out there today” and the amnesiac is just looking at their porn folder in horror like oh my god what is this? This is what gets me off now? Am I seriously this pathetic?
I want amnesia fic where the person with amnesia discovers that they’ve apparently learned advanced baking/archaic latin poetry/the entire Klingon language for the sole purpose of impressing their crush, and yet still haven’t mustered up enough courage to ask said crush out on a date, and the amnesiac is just appalled at themselves, just appalled.
Benjaman Kyle, the man who has been without an identity for 11 years finally knows who he is. Found behind a dumpster outside of a Burger King and hospitalized, Benjaman woke up with no memory of who he was, and was diagnosed with retrograde amenesia.
Unable to work without I.D or a social security number Kyle was dependent on the support system that rallied around him in Jackson, Florida, where he’s lived for over a decade while searching for who he is.
Thanks to the help of genetic genealogist, CeCe Moore, he was able to determine his identity using the same process used in finding biological parents in adoption cases.
He made the following Facebook post:
“MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN FOUND! It is now the start of the eleventh year since this began and I never thought this day would come. A little over two months ago I was informed by CeCe Moore that that they had established my Identity using DNA. Many people had shared their DNA profiles so that they could be compared with mine.
Through a process of elimination they determined my ancestral bloodline and who my relatives were. A DNA test taken by a close relative has confirmed that we are related.
I have been in contact with them and plan on visiting them next week. I will soon have a Social Security card and a new Florida ID card. I am reserving my new name for now until I have met my new found relatives.”