Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I had a very creative name for it, lol. It was 'That Thing That I Do" :)
"staring at the wall"
I think I called it my crazy stuff....I had NO idea that anyone else in this world did what I was doing. It's still unbelievable that there are so many of us. Wonder what it would be like to have 100 of us in the room at the same time, and someone said, "do what you do and start now"....... I could just see it now, a normal person would walk by and would think we had lost our minds, or never had one to start with. LOL
Sometimes I still will be driving down the road having a good ole conversation with myself (actually with my adult imaginary friends) and will look at other people in their cars to see if they are noticing me......how embarrassing.....he he he
I called it "my stories addiction":-)!
"the story in my head"
Before I knew about Dr Somer's name for it, I used to call it 'Living Dreams' Before that, it was just 'my world'. Of the two, I prefered living dreams.
I thought of it as living vicariously through characters and using fantasy as a coping mechanism, but I've only tried to classify it within the last 5 years.
Ha! Beer can poet. I love that.
I didn't really call it anything. I thought I was a freak who was way too old to have imaginary friends. I still thought I had imaginary friends until I found out about MD recently because I hadn't noticed that I could only daydream if I was moving (in a car, or pacing). It's much more elaborate than daydreaming, and really isn't the same as imaginary friends.
I called it "acting out" because I always felt like I was acting in front of an audience of one--myself.
I considered it "keeping a promise" (to never stop being imaginative), but then as I grew older it became "wtf is goining on am I schizo or not 8(" ...something like that.