I have been trying to figure out what my relationship is with my alters. They don't speak to me. My anger never speaks, or writes or does anything but be there in case I need him. As I read about everyones experiences with their alters I am beginning to believe that I am an alter. that me is inside protected but also not living life. thinking of this causes me to feel fear. But I am not sure if I am afraid that I am right or wrong. I feel like a greeter at kmart. I appear the way I need to in any given situation. I am not sure who is me. And who is an alter.