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🧡💿 Case, she/her, host 💚🔋 Jonah, he/him, cohost 💜📼 Noah, he/she, protector
In my experience doing memory and system work, there are three kinds of plurality:
"Wait, I Thought I Was You?!": When you have to be one person most of the time in your life, there are going to be insane overlaps in sense of self. We're still untangling these to this day, especially when we think it's one guy fronting but the memories get coded to belong to a different guy!
"I Have Always Known I Was A Different Guy": For us, the fictive experience. Noah for example has known from the jump he was a different guy entirely, separate from our singletsona, especially when in Johnny form. Sure, he's had to mask as being The Same Guy, but he's always known he's been someone else, and he's happy being that.
"Everything Has Nuance": Somewhere in between the other two, including "I feel like a different guy but I deny it".
This happens a lot in therapy.
Plurality is when you wake up in the middle of a Target because the song playing overhead is a bop, only to find your headmate is having a panic attack because he'd convinced himself you died.
CAN WE FUCKING SLOW DOWN PLEASE
Even through our healing work I keep forgetting this is my life and I'm allowed to like the things I like.
Thinking about teams.
Oh and for us there's definitely a difference between a clean switch and an easy switch. A clean switch is one clear person goes to another clear person with varying amounts of overlap. An easy switch is one where I don't feel like someone slammed my head into a brick wall afterwards.
Our kinds of fronting.
"The Solid": One person fronting, feeling deeply and fully themselves, with very little internal commentary. Switches from this mode are excruciatingly painful.
"The Sports Commentator": The most common kind, where one person is in front and another person is behind them quipping or commenting.
"The Halo Combat Evolved Co-Op Campaign": Similar to above but the behind person is way more involved (co-fronting). Switches can happen easier here.
"The Sports Commentator (evil)": Same as the regular variety, only someone involved in the exchange is having a panic attack or a flashback or just a persecutory moment.
"The Two-Headed Calf": What most people would consider heavy blurring with identifiable who-is-who.
"The Group Project": For us, that's when there's three of us and we're all exchanging information. This one can get disorienting, like in therapy when I'm talking but Noah and Jonah have things they wanna say. Switches happen easier here too.
"The 90's Road Trip Film": Same as above but less collaborative and more "now there's TWO assholes talking over what I'm doing like they're Statler and Waldorf". This is still disorienting.
"The Locked In": Someone IS fronting, but is so focused on a task that a switch could happen without us realizing it.
"The Who's On First": There's people. Hell if you know which one you are. (Somehow switches in this mode are ALSO excruciatingly painful.)
(same anon) don't apologize for blabbing abt ur shit, it's your blog!! i appreciate the exchange of experiences, i understand 🤝 we are shaking hands abt our trauma rn going What The Fuck Was All That For
Holding hands with you and skipping through a field of "None Of That Needed To Happen".
Hey so we have the chronic autism problem of going "I relate, here's nine paragraphs that make me look like I only care about myself when I'm trying to show you that I understand your problem and what you're saying" and I am SCUNCHED about it.
*oof*. as a fellow child abuse survivor + system i resonate hard with that post about the dumb shit abusers said to you. it's like i went through childhood feeling like there must be something fundamentally wrong with me for the people around me to treat me this way, and then i grew up and looking back now is like. oh. yeah that was all Extremely Stupid huh. like there's no scenario where it was justified for an adult to treat a kid that way or to say those things. just kind of bafflingly dumb shit that my mom would get upset about, like she was just waiting for an excuse to yell at someone. when i was a bit older, i remember some things that my mother said/did that even at the time i was like "i cannot laugh in her face abt this rn but girl wtf are you on about"
No but like that's literally what it is. You feel fundamentally broken and you don't feel safe at all, like this is just gonna happen forever and ever and ever, and maybe you really are worthless if you're receiving this kind of treatment...
But then you look back and realize a whole adult was spending her lunch breaks at work stalking and harassing a child (and eventually a younger adult). Roping friends and housemates into it. Dedicating whole Skype calls and podcast episodes to it. Because I posted lyrics to a song on my Twitter.
Like I'm THANKFUL that she got the help that she really really needed. Last I heard from her was in 2021 when she got diagnosed with several disorders and was deep in therapy. I was in a much worse place so I feel like that convo could have gone better, but whatever.
And for moms specifically... Yeah mine is the same. I relate. Sorry I blabbed so much about my shit, the point was I Get What You're Saying and I Relate To You.
Even through our healing work I keep forgetting this is my life and I'm allowed to like the things I like.
This could be a comic, but I have decided I don't feel like drawing it.
Case was doing some research. Our past abuse, if you know where to look, is shockingly public, although buried in the sands of time. She was researching our old testimonies, and the archives attached to them, and we discovered some things.
First, that era of our past is becoming more and more identifiable as ours, even with the blackouts and gaping holes our mind formed on purpose. We can see our reflections in our past interests and in how we wrote. Case has mentioned this before.
Second, and this is the most shocking to me, is that the past, which once haunted us like a looming specter, threatening to repeat itself in a time loop, is now... Shockingly, bafflingly hilarious.
We experienced chronic harassment in some of our crucial, most formative years. We had several perpetrators, but one who was more determined than the rest, who especially damaged us because she would be very on again-off again with us. And we were able to find the archives we saved of her words...
And I have never seen a grown adult so mad at a child before. I cannot fathom going up to someone and saying "you have no idea what the fuck actual trauma is Imao you sheltered privileged white bitch get the fuck out". (She is also white.) You have to be a special level of Mad Online to say this to someone. It's straight out of a cyberbullying made-for-TV special.
Nowadays, that would earn a laugh, a block, and a roast between us and our friends.
Now, it's scary for a child to have gone through all of that. No child should have to endure this, nor have to develop the tools for handling this at the chronic scale it was at. But as an adult in my 30's, that, and so many other things from this period, are so... Nothingburger to us.
And as the nothingburger cooks, we find ourselves integrating and changing at a pace that was slow subconsciously but fast consciously. For the most part, it's myself, Case, and Jonah fronting, with blips of others. There are less containers because we can handle what's inside the boxes. It's... Definitely an odd feeling. We've had very good therapy, but for the most part, this has been an entirely DIY process.
I pray you all reach a point where your trauma doesn't sting as much as it did when it happened.
Instead of stomping your feet and arguing that "dude/bro/guy" is gender neutral, incorporate "girl" into your vocabulary. Like "hey girl" or "girl what the fuck". That way if someone doesn't like "bro" you can swap it out, and if someone doesn't like "girl" you can also swap that out.
Oh wait this requires viewing trans women as women and that's too hard of a first step for most people nvm.
Real thing our ex once said that I've been thinking about.
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