I'm not much for giving out info willy-nilly online, but I figure an introduction of some flavor is in order: We're the Inoperating System. Unless you're referring to a specific one of us, you can use any pronouns for us (including it/its and neos) and call us Inoperable, In, or some other variation of our username.
A few things that may be relevant about us:
We use we and I more or less interchangeably, so if the personal pronouns get confusing then assume it's an instance of that
While anyone is welcome to ask for clarification about who is speaking or being referred to at any given time, we do not promise to actually give it
If someone says they're plural, we believe they're plural. If you have a problem with this, know that bothering us about it will get you blocked
We often block for nonpersonal reasons like posting a lot of repetitive content in a tag we scroll. If you're blocked and don't know why, you can generally assume this is the case and that we have nothing against you
No headmate introductions on our intro post for now (possibly forever). We look forward to meeting you when we meet you.
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#9: "Inworld." I always do enjoy hearing other plural people's experiences, but I wanted to share my own experience. The limit of each of our interactions with one another are hearing voices, and even that's pretty uncommon... which leads to some of my difficulties with cooking. :P
I’m curious about something, I know with systems sometimes parts are unable to communicate with one another, but what about switching? Is it possible, for example, Part A being unable to switch to Part C? But can switch to Part B and Part D?
Not sure if this counts since we can communicate with eachother just fine, but we definitely have some switching difficulties between specific parts. The most demonstrative example is that we have a part (alias not yet chosen) who only shows up specifically when switching from Zag. As far as we're aware, it can't take front in any other way. Switching away from the unspecified headmate, though, doesn't seem to have any headmate-specific limitations.
The less concrete example is that we've realized that I (alias not yet chosen either, although we just made a comic about me getting called Corn so... Corn for now, I suppose) act as a bit of a "switch hub." It's much easier for me to purposely switch to any of our other main fronters (Cress in particular) than it is for anyone else in the system, likely because I don't tend to be a very "strong" fronter. I slip into cofronts, coconsciousness, and blends much easier and more frequently than the others seem to with one another, and I tend to accidentally fall off front more easily as well.
We haven't really heard of anyone else having "switch hubs" like me, but I feel as if it's got to be somewhat common and just not talked about or consciously noticed too frequently. We only realized a lot of our headmate-specific switching tendencies when we did a switching map (map where each system member was written down and arrows were drawn from people who had fronted to people who they had switched to directly)
On Water (people wonder what a hivemind would be like)
Content warnings: general unreality, vague discussion about egocide, musing about (mostly childhood) memories both pleasant and unpleasant, alcohol use, nausea, bad trip description
I catch her between the river and the sea, sit down next to her in the grass. "You been hiding out here the whole time?"
"I wouldn't call it hiding," she says, and she leans back to look up at the sky, hands behind her head. For a second, the air is brilliantly baby blue, but then it's the deep teals and grays of a lake's surface seen from underneath. Clouded with plant matter, it looms.
"What else would you call this?" she asks for me, words ghosting an echo before I can speak it into existence. "Searching, maybe. I don't know."
She pauses. "I can't move when you look at me like that. Why did you have to come looking?"
"What, and leave you brooding out here?" I laugh, stick my hand down to her. Somehow, I am standing again.
She grasps my hand and hauls her body, dripping, out of the grass, weight heavy down the length of my arm and through my shoulder, liquid pulling down.
A laugh lights her face as she spins off my arm and through the grass in a flurry of blooming flowers. She beckons. I consider, then yield / hold firm, bifuricated as one of me takes her hand with a laugh and another stands apart, arms folded, brows drawn, sternum heavy.
I'm warm in her arms, surrounded by magnolia and daffodils, sun bright and dancing in her eyes / I watch myself fall so easily to temptation and wonder why I persist in trying / I stand beside someone else who watches like a storm watches the hill it crests over, and she looks at me without ever looking away and asks,
"Why are you here? This is mine."
"This?"
Her head swoops a fraction of a centimeter towards the dance in the grass, features rearranging. "This."
I'm too distracted by the implications of her face reshuffling itself to process her answer, and I just stare at her while her face shifts in tiny swooping twitches in my periphery, never quite straight on, the impression of cloud-formed cheekbones bleeding off into nothing. The train of thought is gone.
I feel yin meeting yin while yang meets yang off to the right, in the land where there is no weight and water cheers along in fountains and streams and sprinklers in the summertime, and I feel the weight of a still pond of fog in my chest.
"I think it's theirs, not yours," I say, and I shrug. They are still dancing. There is no pain because the pain is somewhere else, somewhere away where the dirt and grit and itches live. Unimportant, inconvenient killjoys, they might say, these realities.
I get to my knees and I'm somewhere away in a creekbed, rocks and pebbles burrowed in the dirt beneath my legs, digging into my skin where my boots don't cover me, and I couldn't care less because I'm touching more tadpoles than I've ever seen in my life. They feel firm, like raw peas covered in mucus, and their bodies slip through my fingers by the dozens.
There must be hundreds here in this little creek, hundreds of tiny bodies in the mountains halfway through a road trip- it's always been my solace, that with every haul to somewhere unpleasant, I'd get to see something precious. One year it was tadpoles.
Another two years, we saw a cabin by a little mountain lake at Christmas, one of those rare places with the genuine sort of magic, somewhere I'd never find again if I tried. All away, somewhere else, on the way to or from having my arm pried open and skewered whether I wanted it or not. Some comfort.
But still, in this moment, there are my tadpoles, and she is back and crouching over my shoulder to look at their bodies in my hand.
"Whose is this?" she asks.
"I don't know," we say, bifuricated, waiting. "Both of us. All three. I don't know." They nod. It doesn't matter. We drop it and then I see bark chips in the woods, smell the pine needles, and suddenly I'm underneath the little tree in the front yard of the Last House our parents loved each other in, hiding.
I've hidden here before, a lot. It's a good hiding place for hide and seek, at least until the other kids learn that it exists. Yet again, I wonder in retrospect whether the other kids not finding us when we sat on a rock in plain sight was because they weren't looking for the obvious or because they just wanted an excuse to ignore us for an hour or two. My fingers clench around dirt.
I see people speculate about what a hivemind might be like, and as the tree's leaves shrouding my head begin to spin and peel and bleed color through me, I see someone looking back at me in a raincoat, plushie arm slack and bear body heavy in her hand.
A moment later, I am in the hallway of the Last House looking around a corner as my sister persuades my mom to do something that I convinced my sister she wanted. For the first time, I wonder if I am a bad person. I can't be older than ten years old, small and smooth with that awful bowl cut that we used to have. I've been thinking about growing it out again. It just gets in the way.
She leans out of the scene trailing globs of midnight, a lava lamp for the void. "Did you ever want to cease to exist?" she asks.
I blink. She laughs.
"I don't want to make any plans," she reassures me, "I'm not talking about that kind of death. Did you ever want to just... be someone else?" Another laugh. "Sorry, stupid question."
She's so close. I take a step back. She drips on me, and I try to flick it off without touching the droplet on my shirt. It's thick like oil. It stays. My spine crawls until she notices my discomfort and sucks it back.
"Who are you?" she asks. "Are you people, or not? I need an answer."
"I'm a person," I say.
"I know," she asks, "but what kind?"
"The kind who's not in the mood to be questioned by the drug woman," I snap / a wolf's maw snaps shut, narrowly missing her hand, a warning shot fired. Keep away, stay away, leave me alone. I don't want to hurt you but don't test your luck. She flinches. I back down, shrivel smaller, apologize for my physicality.
"You really don't have to do that for me," she says. An eyebrow raises. I'm not sure whose.
People wonder what a hivemind would be like, and I see them fear it or crave it, and I didn't understand the former until recently but we've always been the latter. Sometimes I'm less sure of that now that we've learned what existential terror feels like.
I'm standing at the kitchen sink, my fingers smoothly carving divots into the metal beneath them as the world wavers around me, my periphery drowned in psychedelic green and my central vision full of sweat and nausea. I retch once and nothing comes, and then the impulse is gone and I am repeating in my head, "I am at the kitchen sink" to carve this single moment back into reality and out of the hell that is everything and nothing all at once, blazing fractals stretched across the floor.
"Did you ever wish you could die?" she asks again. I pause. I nod, once, lick my lips, glance over my shoulder.
"Sometimes, I think it would be easier," I say slowly, "if we didn't bother with all the people business. And sometimes all I want is to vanish into myself and cease to exist. Implode into a naked singularity (physics)."
"Apparently we can say parentheses," laughs a third person, and in a flash I know who everyone is: the third, Echo; the goo, Gwen; myself, Red; with traces of Blue darting through the cracks and Hawthorne left home to answer the phone. But then the moment passes, and I am seated at two bars at once, and a pillar of goo serves me overlaid with the memory's bartender. Brass mug, Moscow Mule, sat on the corner of both counters to watch the room, never quite sure how a tab works but too exposed to ask.
I consider frowning in disapproval, and Echo actually does frown as I decide instead to shrug and chug my drink, not that it'll do much. It's placebo, every time.
"I can't believe you're still drinking in here," says Echo, looking down into its own swirling mug. Even then, it considers the offer before pushing the mug away, and it's left to sit on the tender's side of the bar in one place and further down our side of the bar in another. The memory-places bleed together, sometimes.
Two more bars edge in: a pizza place our mom went to as a child and a steakhouse where people threw peanut shells on the floor, the floor they left unswept all day. I don't envy whoever had to clean it to stop the shells from piling up past our ankles.
I wonder again why all our deepest memory-places involve liquid, and then I'm by the sea- not The Sea, but the Pacific ocean, Oregon coast, fingers in the sand. We found a crab, once. Large, glorious, alive. We watched and poked it for a while and then let it go in the way children sometimes do. Another time, we found jellyfish. We stayed well away.
In another moment, I am beside the river and lake near our campsite in the mountains, the one we visit most years in the summer until our parents divorce. Our mom can never afford it after that, and our dad stays busy traveling to Peru and rennovating his bathroom while our sister tries to find a second job to survive. Our mom calls him selfish. Sometimes we agree. The rest of the time, we remember how hard he worked to try to get us to be more independent, how he forced us to learn to drive, how it was always his way of trying to say he cared: he tried so hard to give the gift of success whether or not his kid actually wanted it. He won his kids both choosing to live with someone else.
I am by water, and my hands are in the ground, and water laps between my fingers as the night air cools my skin. I hear frogs, smell moss and river, remember the sound of the earth underfoot. We have never seen a firefly in person, but they flicker in the distance here, the idea of breathing lights.
People wonder what a hivemind would be like. Her hand is on my shoulder, and we look at the night. A lone car drives by in the dark.
Author(s): Mostly Red, with contribution from Gwen and Echo, and flickers of Blue darting about. Thanks to Hawthorne for facilitating this by typing all narration so that we didn't have to spend our focus finding the right letters. It's greatly appreciated.
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Do y'all notice you sleep differently depending on who's fronting when you go to sleep/are asleep/wake up? We notice we kinda do and we think its kinda interesting to see what other systems think ^^
We are a newly discovered system, which has actively changed things for us beyond the fact and might keep doing it. We fear our family seeing the changes and us being unable to explain. We are diagnosed schizospec and it could get chalked up to that and have us coerced into psychiatry and in general pathologized, and our new members experience some of our disability differently which we fear may affect things like readiness for accommodations from family. We're "a full adult" and dependent because of disability. We might be able to safely come out to our younger sibling, which may make things somewhat more bearable, but all the other things remain.
Hi, fellow "my parents are going to decide that my existence is a form of psychosis and try to force me into treatment that I don't want" situationers. We made the mistake of telling them anyway. It went almost as badly as we expected. Here's my advice:
Sometimes the Closet is Safer.
You don't have to tell people. It doesn't matter if they're family, friends, partners, or whoever else. They don't have to know. They especially don't have to know if telling them would put you at risk of abuse, homelessness, incarceration, etc. If telling someone would hurt you, then don't tell them.
Depending on where you live and who you know, there can be a lot of pressure to be 100% honest with people about who you are and how you experience life. This pressure can get more intense when it comes to being open with friends, family, and other close people.
It doesn't help that some social circles seem to believe that you must tell everyone about all of your identity labels with 100% accuracy immediately upon discovering them- if you're around those circles often, then it might seem impossible or even immoral to hide something about yourself from friends or family. (If you are in these circles, then it might also be worth considering what you think is important to keep private; you get to decide that for yourselves. Your friends don't decide what they "deserve" to know about you. You do.)
The truth is that sometimes, the risks of sharing information just aren't worth it for someone's situation. It's okay not to tell someone about your plurality, and carefully choosing which people you tell is often sensible.
This doesn't mean that you can't get your needs met, and it doesn't mean that you should deny anything that gets noticed. It just means that you don't have to explain it as plurality. There are a thousand ways to explain any given observation, and at least some of those explanations are going to be acceptable to a lot of people because a lot of common plural experiences still happen to singlets.
"Sometimes this is easy, and sometimes this is hard" doesn't need to be explained as two system members having different skillsets. Lots of people have some variability in how well they can use a skill. Ask any artist about their good and bad art days. Think about spoon theory's existence. People's skills fluctuate all the time, though they may fluctuate a bit less sharply on average.
"My memory is bad" doesn't need a diagnosis or label to answer someone's questions about why you forgot an appointment. A bad memory is reason enough. A lot of people have bad memories. Bonus: the older you get, the better this answer becomes.
(Some people can be a bit rude if you don't also say that you're at least trying to support your own memory with a calendar or other reminder system, but a mildly annoyed person is a lot easier to deal with than one who thinks that you need to be fixed.)
Honestly, you don't even have to give people an explanation in all cases. Tell someone what you need from them, and the fact that you need it can sometimes be explanation enough. "I need XYZ supports. Can we make that happen?"
TL;DR:
You don't have to tell anyone that you're plural. There is almost always another way to explain what's happening or get someone to change their behavior around you.
Example Situations:
Some questions and problems come up more than others. We've got a few answers on speed dial for these situations, so we're listing a few here as example scripts.
You need help with a task that's normally easy for you (because you're not usually the one doing it):
"I really want to get this done, but I just can't get past XYZ today for some reason- do you think you could do XYZ for me really quick? It would make it way easier for me to finish this. I might have to finish it tomorrow if not."
"I'm really struggling with this task today, and it's frustrating me. It's easier sometimes and harder other times, you know? And I wish it were an easy day, but it's not. Actually, do you think I could flag you down when I'm struggling so I can get some support?"
Someone is annoyed that you keep "changing your mind" about decisions":
"I get kind of annoyed at myself too- I don't like making people change their plans like that. I've been trying (describe a plausible thing you might be doing to prevent or reduce "changing your mind"; follow through afterwards if needed), but it might also help if you warned me about big decisions ahead of time so I have more time to make the decision. That way, I can just give you the final answer instead of giving you like five different answers first."
"Sorry- I've just got a lot of different feelings about this and it's kind of hard to reconcile them. Part of me thinks (opinion one), but I've also got concerns about (opinion one) because (opinion two), and then I've also got (opinion three) rattling around in here... do you have a few minutes to sit and talk it out? I might need help figuring out this decision."
(No one will clock "part of me". It's a common phrase for a reason- internal conflict happens just as much to singlets, just a little differently. People phrase their conflicts of opinion like this all the time.)
Someone is confused about changing preferences and doesn't know how to handle it:
"I like a lot of different things at different times- you know, like how people get in the mood for a favorite movie or type of food? Or how people sometimes really aren't in the mood for something, even if they usually like it? Yeah, I do that a lot. I know it can be tricky to predict sometimes- if it's an issue, then maybe we can come up with a way to flag what kind of mood I'm in so that you don't have to try to predict me."
(Seriously: "I'm in a weird mood right now" works as an explanation in so many cases that it's worth remembering. If you're really lucky, then the other person will nickname one or more of your "moods" and you'll be able to talk about them in a very plural way without ever mentioning plurality. In most cases, people just shrug and move on.)
Someone notices that your voice sounds different:
"Huh, I guess it does! Weird."
"Yeah, I didn't sleep too well."
"It does? How is it different? (Listen.) Huh. Does it just do this sometimes and I never noticed? (Listen, respond from here like it's mildly interesting but not that important. Works best if you can convince them that you actually didn't notice the change yourself.)
"I don't know, I guess I'm British now." (Very important: say this as a joke. The joke makes it clear that you're not concerned or bothered, which a specific subset of people might wonder about.)
Someone notices that you forgot something while working on a task they asked you to do:
"Oh shit, you're right! I totally blanked on that."
"I don't really remember it that well- can you remind me?"
"I don't know why I'm having a hard time remembering how I'm supposed to do this right now, but do you have a checklist or instructions somewhere so I can reference it? I really want to make sure I do this right."
"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.)
I always love talking about how fronting and switching can feel because I feel like it's so interesting hearing how much we have in common with other systems and how much we don't. We get the solid (minus the pain, I think? We definitely have painful switches from time to time, but, to be honest, I'm not sure I can think of a pattern of what the feeling before it was like other than there being some kind of fight for front going on), the sports commentator (either variety), the two-headed calf, the locked in, and the who's on first (with variable amounts of pain as well). We also get some other ones:
"The Bog": There is a switch occurring, but it's happening so slowly and with so much disconnect from the body that no one even notices it's happening until one of them thinks something out of character enough for the other to think that they pierce through reality soup just to go "HUH??"
"The Laggy Controller": Someone reeeeeally wants to do something but someone else has a more solid grasp of the front, so the first one just starts doing it whenever the second one isn't paying enough attention to stop them so they both just end up stop-and-starting different tasks together until one of them gives up.
"The Basement Surprise": Someone is feeling something very strongly and they're close to front, but not close enough for the person fronting to actually know what they're thinking so the physical symptoms of the feeling keep showing up with absolutely none of the context for why or what the feeling even is.
"The Kool-Aid Man": Someone interacts with something someone else is very interested in and they bust into front like they're sprinting face-first through a wall. Feels a bit like if a brain could sneeze, physically speaking.
"The Meep-Meep": Someone runs by front for just long enough to impart a thought that can distinctly be read as not from the actively person fronting, and then just. Keeps going away from front at top speed like the roadrunner cartoon.
"The Not-So-Lucid Dream": Someone starts fronting while sleeping and is just awake enough to know they're fronting, but not enough to know they're dreaming. They are also, without fail, the person who gets the worst sleep quality in the system.
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After making forelinear up, we started thinking about how we’ve run into a lot of kinda abstract ways to describe systems like -consciousness labels, but haven’t seen many concrete ones like words to describe how exactly you share memories between one another. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with any of these labels or phrases, I think less specific or more abstract terms can be very useful, but we wanted to make some more specific words people can use to describe how memory works for them if they so choose ^^
Meet the perspective-selection-fraction method of describing plural memory! It works off of creating a phrase consisting of three parts:
A Perspective Prefix describing what perspective events are remembered from (how much awareness and control of the body is recalled in the given memories? What mental "location" or "distance" front the front/body do the memories take place in?)
A Selection Suffix describing how memory is selected or shared between or within system members/headmates (how much is recalled from the given perspective and does this change based on which member is present? How are memories across the given perspective selected? Are they shared or blocked between headmates? Are they exclusive to a given perspective?)
A Memory Fraction describing what is actually being remembered (what types of details are being referred to and does the ability to recall details from the memories being referred to depend on what type of detail [action, emotion, etc] they are?)
Full explanation beneath the cut!
Perspective Prefixes
Fore- (front)
To refer to the front, the state of being in control of the body, the state of feeling as if the body is an extension of yourself
Retro- (back)
To refer to “backseating” or coconscious, the state of being conscious of the body’s experiences but not controlling the body, the state of the body not being a direct extension of yourself but still acting as a vehicle for your consciousness
En- (in)
To refer to headspace or complete lack of fronting, the state of being unaware of the body’s senses or experiences or the state of not actively being (in the case of people without headspaces)
Selection Suffixes
-linear
A linear timeline of memories across and exclusive to the given perspective despite changes in who occupies that perspective. (Ex: A forelinear system would be a system that can recall what happens in the front from the perspective of being in control of the body/being the body across different fronters, but would rarely or never recall memories from the perspective of not being in control of the body/being a disembodied voice or presence in headspace)
-branched
A timeline of memories across a given perspective despite changes in who occupies that state and that is not exclusive to that state. (Ex: A forebranched system would be a system would be a system that can recall what happens in the front from the perspective of being in control of the body/being the body across different fronters, but would also be capable of recalling memories from the perspective of not being in control of the body/being a disembodied voice or being a presence in headspace)
-permeable
When memories in the given perspective can be recalled across different occupants of that perspective, but only with difficulty. (Ex: A forepermeable member would be a member that can recall what different members experienced in front, but only with more effort than would be used to recall a memory that they were fronting for)
-vided (as in “divided”)
Memories in from the given perspective are separated or blocked between headmates (ex: A forevided system’s members wouldn’t be able to remember what others did while fronting, mostly synonymous with having high amnesia barriers but specifically refers to a divided front memory without describing “backseat” or headspace memories)
-absent
Memories are rarely or never formed from the given perspective, either due to never occupying that perspective or due to occupying that perspective without being able to recall it from that perspective. (Ex: A foreabsent member would be incapable of remembering anything from the perspective of being in control of the body, even if they were the one fronting during the time that memory would have formed)
Memory Fraction
Complete Memory
The whole experience of the memory, including the events that occurred, what was physically and emotionally felt at the time, and what was being thought or what reasoning occurred behind the actions taken at the time
Biographical Memory
The events of what happened (ex: Got hit by a ball)
(Sense) Memory
What was felt by a given sense at the time (ex: Visual memory would refer to what was seen, audio memory would refer to what was heard, pain memory would refer to what pain was felt, etc)
Emotional Memory
What was felt emotionally (ex: Was angry)
Cognitive Memory
What was being thought or what reasoning existed behind the actions taken (ex: Fantasized about what it would be like to not get hit by a ball)
Internal Memory
A combination of emotional and cognitive memory (mentioned because it seems like a useful shorthand for two things that are commonly connected)
Example
As an example of how this method could be used, we’ll describe how our memory works! We as a system have a mostly forelinear biographical memory, but a forepermeable to forevided internal memory, and are largely retroabsent and enabsent
Forelinear biographical memory - As a system, we usually remember what was done in front from the perspective of being the body even if we weren’t fronting at the time
Forepermeable to forevided internal memory - We have a hard time remembering what others were thinking or feeling while fronting, sometimes to the point that one member might not remember what another member was thinking or feeling while in front at all, even if that member would have remembered it if they had been fronting themself at the time
Largely retroabsent and enabsent - We usually don’t remember not being in control of the body (backseating, which we do a lot) or being in headspace (because we don’t really Have a headspace) at all, all memories formed at such times come from the perspective of the front/being in control of the body
Notes for Usage and Modification
It's not a perfect method. While these words are all stuff meant to help communicate some concrete concepts, they've still got middle grounds like "well, what exactly counts as front?" or "how do source memories fit in?" but we hope it's specific enough to help fill the niche were trying to fill here. The whole reason we made this method was to try to find a way to describe specific aspects of plural memory in a way that's easy for anyone to modify as needed while still being specific enough to communicate a semi-concrete idea, so we encourage everyone to use and change it for your own purposes!
As with any label, keep in mind that these were made to help communicate certain experiences, not to lock anyone into them. Don't feel as if you have to use any of the words we've made here unless you find them useful!
Forelinear (adjective) - Describing a system or member of a system that retains a linear memory of front across different fronters; describing a type of recall consisting only or primarily of memories from the perspective of the front rather than recalling them from the perspective of those who aren't fronting
I know it's probably a kind of a niche word in an already kinda niche community, but forelinear is a word to describe our experience with memory. It's a combo of front (fore-) and linear because, while we don't typically share much memory of internal experiences (emotions, thought processes, etc), we do have a mostly linear autobiographic memory of what each person did while fronting from their perspective with only rare instances of actually recalling the experience of someone else fronting while we were aware enough to feel that the one who wasn't fronting didn't have control of the body.
For example, if I was talking to someone else (let's say S) while S was fronting, I usually wouldn't remember being a disembodied voice with no control of the body, I'd just remember talking to S and what S did at that time. But, if I wasn't present while S was fronting, then I'd usually only remember what S did and not what she was thinking or feeling at the time.
I feel like I don't see a lot of plural people talking about it, so I'm not sure how common it is, but we've started using forelinear to explain the experience because the closest word we've found was monoconscious, and, because descriptions of it often included or centered on having singular trains of thought, it didn't feel like quite the right fit to describe our experiences.
Anyway, I'm posting about it just cause I'm curious: Do any other system's memories tend to work like this?
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