Where wild minds come to rest
When I found out that this website was a thing, I was overjoyed. Me and my best friend both share this condition and it is something we bond over immensely. But seeing a whole community coming together and sharing their stories is pretty amazing. Maladaptive Daydreaming started for me at a young age of probably seven. My mom was diagnosed with paranoia and was in and out of hospitals that whole year so I lived with my grandparents for the remainder of that time. Their neighbors had a swing set that I used all for myself. Being alone all that time gave me lots of free time. I would pretend I was someone else. A singer or actress and from then on it never really stopped. Iv'e read that many people who Maladaptive Daydream do it because they had something tragic happen to them earlier on in their lives. I always thought I had a good childhood but now thinking back I think my mother had a lot to do with the way I am today. I don't want to go into major detail but that year was a far from pleasant one for me and my family.
My daydreaming has only gotten more dominant and descriptive since then. I call it my world. I have characters with different background stories, different scenarios and situations. I have one major character who is the leader of the story I guess you can say. The person I wish I could be but unfortunately am not. I've become so emotionally attached to my world and the people I have created in it that if I had to give it up I would be devastated.
It is truly an addiction, like smoking or drugs. I crave to have my own personal time to have my fix.