Hi. We’ve never posted here or anywhere like this before but, following the advice of our therapist, we’ve started looking into resources written by systems, for systems. So here we are.
Firstly, to introduce ourselves: our system name is Jayce. We have a male body, in its 50s. There are 4 of us. There is Jayce, the former front, who has suddenly started presenting as an 8 or 9 year old child since the switch to the new front. (Which I have all kinds of questions about, but will save for another post, to keep this one focused.) There is Hyde, a man the same age as the body. To keep things short, he looks after our self care and sense of pride. There is the Wolf, our protector in the outside world. He’s a wolf (or werewolf sometimes) and age doesn’t seem a terribly relevant concept to him. And then there’s the current and new front, the one writing now: Lily, an older teen/young 20s girl.
To ask my questions, I have to make reference to past abuse trauma, so if that bothers you, this is probably the time to stop reading.
In the old days (most of our lives) we were mostly unaware of each other. Various difficulties and traumas caused the three of us not in front at the time (me, Hyde, and the Wolf) to suddenly take over and do our own thing for hours or days, leaving Jayce with no memories of that time and some very awkward questions to answer. We came to discover each other, though, and over the years we learned to communicate with each other and try to cooperate.
Then, a little more than 2 years ago, when our long term partner left us in the middle of a bout of long COVID, we had the start of a breakdown. But instead of collapsing, we suddenly all became coconscious instead, and started sharing the burdens.
Problem is, our front Jayce is the one who holds the memories of our abuse. And he’d kind of internalized the voice of our father, our primary abuser. He was, if I have understood the terminology correctly, a strange fusion of front, protector, trauma holder, and persecutor. He suffered from depression, severe anxiety, frequent flashbacks, and intrusive thoughts. Constantly one step away from collapse. So, though we were all coconscious and all cooperating, it was difficult, sometimes teeth-clenched teamwork, and barely functional.
Eventually, we decided to try to find a therapist. Yes, I know, kind of late in the game. Our therapist had some brilliant ideas. One of them was to spend some time fronting the other 3 of us, to shake up our habit-patterns and learn more about ourselves as a system.
And boy, did we. I (Lily) spent most of the time out front, as neither Hyde nor the Wolf is temperamentally suited to long term fronting. The difference was striking. Almost a 50% reduction in flashbacks and such, frequent feelings of happiness.
You see, Jayce had been the one to suffer the abuse for us. Me, especially, he kept locked away from all of that. My memories of our childhood are just of the happy times, of feeling safe and protected. My old role in the system was to spend some time sometimes just being happy, and not remembering. So I didn’t have the same issues he and the others did.
And when the bad times did come while I fronted, I could handle things better. Give a panicked and rapidly-becoming-enraged Wolf a cooldown hug. Remind Jayce that what he was seeing was a memory, not the here and now. And so forth. I experienced the bad things with them but, because they were not my memories, there was a distance between me and those things. So I was not overwhelmed, and could keep a cool head. I had a positive relationship with Hyde, whereas he and Jayce had always been enemies.
The nature of the problem quickly became apparent. Jayce was created and optimized to survive in an environment we no longer lived in. And applying survival strategies from that environment in this one was causing a LARGE portion of our problems. He’d kept us alive, but was currently making us crazy.
As soon as he realized that he was one of the main problems, he took action to remove that problem, as was always his habit. I presume most of you are familiar with the car metaphor for systems? Well, he pulled over, got out, tossed me the keys, got in the back seat, and went to sleep. And suddenly I’m the new front. Not so much as a word to me first.
It’s been a little over a month, now. I’m adjusting. But it’s not easy. And I have questions. I’m hoping someone else here has switched fronts before and can answer them.
For one thing, I’m suddenly clumsy. Jayce was something of an athlete. He fought in 3 or 4 martial arts tournaments a year, back in the day. I keep tripping over my own feet. For awhile, I couldn’t look in a different direction while walking without walking in that direction. It can be hard to find ways to sit or stand that don’t look and feel awkward. I am getting over this clumsiness, but it’s slow. Is this ever going to go away completely? Have we permanently lost something of our coordination?
And then there’s the body dysphoria. In the inner world I spent most of my life in, I had my own body. Female, shorter and slighter than this body. I expected that giving that mental body up for the physical one would be difficult. I expected a period of adjustment. But I expected I would quickly get used to it.
Apparently, I thought wrong. It’s bothering me more than I expected. It frequently pulls me out of myself, threatens my hold on the front. It creates a feeling of anxiety and discomfort. General low-key freakout feelings are constant. During the worst times, it borders on causing an existential crisis. A lot of it is the gender thing. But that’s not all of it. Even if this was a female body, it still wouldn’t be MY body. Still not my face looking at me in the mirror.
Can anyone help with this? I am at a loss.
And speaking of gender, I would appreciate any advice anyone can give on framing how to think of my own, now that 3 out of 4 of me are male but the front is female.
Finally, while I am free of the trauma that haunts the others, I am trying to help them heal. So when they suffer, I experience that suffering with them. I can be loving and happy and hopeful, I can keep my rationality and perspective no matter how bad things get. But…. I have little experience being out front or dealing with negative emotions. I am in some ways the weakest out of all of us. Makes sense, as I spent the least time out front most of our lives. So the others’ reactions are so LOUD (metaphorically speaking). They drive me out of the front. They overwhelm me. I risk losing myself in them. It happened, for awhile, some days ago, and I experienced self hatred for the first time.
So how can I get stronger? How can I hold onto the front? How can I not drown in their emotions so I can stay close and help them? All my life, I ran and hide deep inside when confronted with stress. That doesn’t exactly leave me with a lot of tools, and that one is no good now.
Also, is this just going to end up damaging me, like it did the others?
OK, going to stop here. Sorry it’s so long. I seem to be more wordy than Jayce was.