First and foremost, I want to thank the wonderful members here who gave me advice on telling my family about my MD and DPD. :)
Last night I finally told my sister. I wasn't actually planning on telling her so soon and I was very unsure of myself, but I was fed up and I decided it was about time that I open up. We got started talking about how she thought I was always so depressed, and how I had become especially quiet this week, and I told her the reason why was that everything I had failed to understand in the past was starting to make sense. She didn't push me to tell her exactly what was troubling me, but I decided I would tell her. I started vague, but I told her everything: how I daydream obsessively and that, unlike normal daydreaming, it's like an addiction that I can hardly control, and it has become a replacement to reality. I told her how I feel spacey, like I'm in a dream, like I'm in a movie, like I'm looking through a fog, like my mind is detached from my body, and how I feel emotionally numb.
I was amazed. She didn't freak out. She just listened. But best of all, she didn't think I was crazy or that I was exaggerating. She understood that what I was experiencing was troubling, and she agreed with me that something needs to be done.
At first, she didn't really understand how my daydreaming could be disruptive, but when I told her that it had become a replacement to reality and that it prevented me from doing anything real, she seemed to get it. I told her it wasn't a problem caused by a lack of self-control or a lack of focus, and that I believed it was a coping mechanism. That made sense to her.
Telling her wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. At first, it was difficult, but it got easier as time went on, and she was patient with me all the way through. It helped that I was well-prepared. I had gone over what I would say multiple times (my daydreaming came in use for once) and written it down too (writing things down helps my brain to write it down too, lol).
My sister thinks I should tell my mom, and I have to agree, although we didn't get to talk very much about that, since it was about 3:30 in the morning when we finished.
Well, it just goes to show that you can never be sure of someone's reaction until you tell them. I'm glad I told her because now I don't feel completely alone in this and I finally have some hope. :)