Then maybe they need to do a little more investigating, talk to other former classmates and such? Oh wait, they don’t have time for any of that.
I have a lot of traumatic memories from when I was a caregiver. Ten years worth. Some of those are burned into my brain in agonizing detail. If there was a pill that could erase them, I’d be tempted to take it.
I can even recall the face of a sadistic bully from 40 years ago.
But what did I have for lunch two weeks ago? Not a clue.