That lack of inhibitions can come back late in life. I’ve worked with many patients with frontal lobe impairment, and it always makes me wonder if the damage made them like this, or if this is what they were hiding before. Like, one old lady who always appeared so classy and proper, and then now all she talks about is poop. Every sentence is about pooping.
It could happen to any of us, and I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you, like me, aren’t constantly suppressing potty-mouth.
I kinda wonder the opposite, if there is a part of them buried and suffering that really cringes at themselves and would like to stop but has no control over these compulsions.
Well, that was just how it expressed itself for her. For me it might be saying “whoa, nice butt!” when someone with a nice butt walks by, because that is definitely what I am thinking but not saying. Someone else might have violent thoughts or whatever.
That lack of inhibitions can come back late in life. I’ve worked with many patients with frontal lobe impairment, and it always makes me wonder if the damage made them like this, or if this is what they were hiding before. Like, one old lady who always appeared so classy and proper, and then now all she talks about is poop. Every sentence is about pooping.
I’m certain the damage made them like that.
It could happen to any of us, and I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you, like me, aren’t constantly suppressing potty-mouth.
I kinda wonder the opposite, if there is a part of them buried and suffering that really cringes at themselves and would like to stop but has no control over these compulsions.
Well, that was just how it expressed itself for her. For me it might be saying “whoa, nice butt!” when someone with a nice butt walks by, because that is definitely what I am thinking but not saying. Someone else might have violent thoughts or whatever.