Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
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music is the thing that helps me daydream its my trigger - if i hear a new song that i like ill daydream more. to control it i open the curtains in my house as i cant do it as well where people can see me as i feel self conscious pacing or in case i lough out loud etc. I try to keep busy and try to go on the internet a lot to distract myself but already im dying to get off the computer and pick up my ipod. its impossible to control - you will always end up doing it again no matter what you try to do - even with no music you will learn to do it without - even if you keep busy you will always find time to do it even if your walking down the street of lying in bed at night. this is something that we like to believe we can stop but we CANT STOP IT EVER and thats when i cry out for a cure because the scary fact is it cant be helped and what if it gets worse? what if its the early signs of dementia or what if those crazy old guys who talk to themself walking down the street were just like us once?? what if we get swallowed up in our fantasy world and cant separate real life so that in the real world we look like those insane people that you only see in movie asylums and were all too busy in fantasy land thinking that we're these great popular rich and loved people??? i want help!
"what if those crazy old guys who talk to themself walking down the street were just like us once?? what if we get swallowed up in our fantasy world and cant separate real life so that in the real world we look like those insane people that you only see in movie asylums and were all too busy in fantasy land thinking that we're these great popular rich and loved people?"
This is something that really frightens me too. There was a guy who used to work in our office who had bad learning difficulties and lived in care. He used to talk to himself as he went about his job and he also shared clearly untrue stories about what he'd been doing over the weekend or whatever.
His stories of how he spent his weekend were incredibly similar to how I'd spent my weekend *in my head*. The only difference between me and this man who was (deemed mentally ill, in need of care, humoured, or mocked or just pitied by people) was that he hadn't the sense to keep quiet about it.
I sometimes talk to myself and I often worry that I'll forget that there's someone in the house, or not notice that when someone comes home and they'll hear me. What if one day I forget to hide it? I'm *this close* to being 'the village idiot'. It's scary. If the daydreams can come without my say so, maybe I'll start broadcasting them without meaning to?
i think a key point is that we know the difference between reality and fantasy...if you read the studies on this thing they make a point of that. im not saying that this cant deteriorate into something worse but i keep myself from fearing that kind of insanity by holding on to the fact that i can tell the difference between what real in life and whats in my head.
kathleen said:i think a key point is that we know the difference between reality and fantasy...if you read the studies on this thing they make a point of that. im not saying that this cant deteriorate into something worse but i keep myself from fearing that kind of insanity by holding on to the fact that i can tell the difference between what real in life and whats in my head.
This is a great point. I've taken intro to Psychology (I avoided it for years out of fear of figuring myself out) and maladaptive daydreaming sounds a lot like schizoid personality disorder. My instructor said, "You know, these people would rather sit down and daydream all day instead of getting anything done. They'll sit down and think of how great of a world leader they'd be and how other countries would benefit from their rule and on and on and on." If you can no longer tell the difference between the real world and your fantasy one, you'd probably have schizophrenia. That is a disorder that scares me to death. It's sorta like what sky was saying about people in insane asylums. My psych professor called it "howling at the moon." He acted the disorder out in front of the class -- basically acting erratic and unstable.
I feel that by coming here and wanting to get help, we're moving away from and not towards dementia or schizophrenia. A cure or a better way to manage is possible. I need to make a research book myself on the topic. Something needs to be done.
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