Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
When I was younger, I didn’t have an imaginary
world, unlike others. In fact, I started having one at the age of 8-9, when I immigrated
to Canada.
First, I need to know if it is maladaptive
daydreaming. So please tell me if they
are symptoms ! (:
So basically, I always (and by always, I mean it) daydream about fantasy worlds.
Let me explain myself.
When I was younger, when it all began, I would
imagine this family I had. I was blond (while in reality I am black) and I had
a blond husband and blond kids … well, just like Barbie and Ken and their kids,
even though they didn’t have kids … I think.
In total, I had 10 kids. I can remember some of their names. First, there was Britney,
then Bradley, then Brandon … The rest, I forgot. I can remember their ages
though XD
Britney was the oldest and was 17, then there was a 15 year old, then a 14 year
old, then the twins were 12 and were named Bradley and Brandon, then a 7 year
old, then a 5 year old, there was a 4 year old, then twins that were 1 year
old.
As I grew up (age 10-11), the ethnicities
changed. For example, at some point, the 4 year old was an adopted girl from
Africa and was named Zara. Then the youngest turned out not to be twins, and
one was two and was adopted from Asia while the other was a newborn.
From 11 to 13, it would change every month! I can’t name them all, but I will quickly name one.
The one that stands out the most for me would be
when I would imagine me being a certain singer’s little sister. So I was two
years old and was German. It was back when I was addicted to Tokio Hotel, And I
would imagine myself being Tom and Bill’s (twins, Tom being the main guitarist
and Bill being the singer) little sister, Tatiana.
Now, I still have plenty of imaginary worlds. My
favorite one has to be the one where I am one of my favorite Kpop singer’s
little sister (Sujin, Korean, age 14)
I also like the one where I am a Korean mother of a two year old and I have a boyfriend and all …
From time to time, I would imagine random (and I mean random) stuff, like me having some sort of supernatural power, etc …
Okay, now that I am writing this down, I feel so
weird and stupid. But I love those imaginary worlds because they are my source
of comfort, since my life is not great at all. They are the lives that I want to
have but sometimes, imaging them makes me sad because I know I won’t have a
life like those.
Daydreaming is now affecting my life little by
little. I daydream so much, it became an addiction and most of what happens to
me in real life has to happen to me in my imaginary worlds.
I daydream so much that I can’t concentrate in school
anymore. Not that I really care, but my grades are dropping. My imaginary world
is taking so much place in my life that I even created MSN accounts and I am
basically lying to people. I try to delete them but end up creating new accounts
all the time.
I really want to, first of all, be concentrated
in school because teachers hate it (to be honest, I think I am doing well for
someone that is not concentrating, but I know I can do better and I want to do
better …). And I also want to stop lying to people on MSN … I don’t want to get
rid of my imaginary worlds though because they are real source of comfort but I
think it is affecting my social life.
So, can I get help for this? And the most important, is it really maladaptive daydreaming?
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Hi,I really dont know who is going to read this ,but I feel safe here.
My whole family has this Maladaptive Daydreaming,but we called it Talking to your self ...lol
I feel like I have to do it I hate doing I feel crazy.I remember watching my mother do it.She use to pace up and down wile she listen to her music and she would talk under her breath to no one and laugh to her self and now my son see me do it .My father,sister ,Mother,I,and my younger casein all have it .I hate it so much.every day I wake up and tell my self I am going to stop and I can't.Is there any thing I can do to stop this?I am so happy that I am not alone in this.
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