That's fascinating. It must be so frustrating to exist in a world where everyone you talk to is constantly hallucinating alternate versions of the past, and you're living the real version of it.
For me, anyway, it's really more subtle than that: aside from records, photos, or notes, there's no way I can check my own memory, and it's definitely not perfect - it's just better than anyone else I have known. So there's an element of "Well I know you don't remember it, but do I remember it right?" - and at some point you just have to shrug and move on.
Reminding other people of things isn't as bad as the true confabulists though, you're right in that regard - it's not even intentional, your brain just fills in the gaps, I know, but it still feels like being gaslit a little bit.
Reminding other people of things isn't as bad as the true confabulists though, you're right in that regard - it's not even intentional, your brain just fills in the gaps, I know, but it still feels like being gaslit a little bit.