I am curious to hear from other people about how much of their daydreaming involves creating new things versus revisiting old things.  Mine is heavily weighted towards the same things over and over and over again.  Like OCD.

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I suppose it's been awhile since I've posted. To caught up in my daydreams to notice how fast time goes. Forgive me. It hasn't gotten better, really. I just like to live in a denial of sorts. That it isn't a problem, that is.

 But it is and I hit my low points of self-loathing and feel the need to speak about it here. When I hate everything that I am and escaping reality doesn't fix it, I am quite lost. No creativity is to be found here, no sir.

 I went to class today and I…

            The last few days have completely changed my worldview, and perhaps even my life. I am more self aware of my daydreaming now than at any other time. With my eyes open to MD, I’m finding that I do it more than I realized. Walking to class, I daydream. In class during pauses or repetitive parts, my mind runs. And when my mind runs, I have to move something, be it my fingers, feet or even toes.

            However, I’ve also found that there are differences. I never work on…

My opinions may change as I learn more but I have tried to change in the past and suffered for it. I like being a dreamer and I very seldom miss being with other people. I have been a dreamer forever. I think it helps me cope with my life atm.

How it helps is mainly with my paintings and writing. Also I learn more by being on the internet than going to libraries. That is how I found this website which I love. Actually I believe I was drawn here by some mysterious connection…

    Okay, well, to start off, I don't believe I ever properly introduced myself. I am Jennifer, and I'm 14 years old, and I am kind of a rookie to all of this. To be honest, I am not even sure if I actually have MD, or is it just all in my head? The thing that really throws me off is that I don't exactly "Daydream." I act them out; like, walk around, talk, make gestures, and even laugh and cry as if my fantasies are actually happening in front of my eyes. No one I know knows about this. My…

            Excuse the length, I just found out about this, and I have quite a bit on my mind. It’s been very strange and uncomfortable writing about all of this, but I suppose talking about it will help us along, right?

            I’ve just recently realized that I have Maladaptive Daydreaming. For almost as long as I can remember, MD has been a constant presence in my life. When I was young, it was synonymous with my self playtime. Whenever I wasn’t out playing with…

I just returned from a month long break, in which I was able to daydream as much as I wanted. I'm now back in my dorm room with zero privacy, and very antsy about trying to settle into the routine I had before leaving. 

Once I've been here for a week or so I know it will wear off, but right now I feel ridiculously smothered by the presence of my roomate, and even just being in different surroundings.

I need to get the edge off but have already been to the gym today and…

Hey you guys! I'm new here! I'm Tatyana. 16, church girl, the responsible one, and the one who gets astounding grades. I've been daydreaming since I was 10 basically. I have been lurking around this site for months, and I finally got the courage to make an account. 

I see so many of your guys' experiences and I can relate to some, but I feel like I can still, in a way, juggle daydreaming. School wise, I'm very attentive, I turn all my assignments in on time, I get pretty great grades,…

I have been a Maladaptive Daydreamer, or what I have always called an "Imagination Addict" since I was old enough to form an image in my mind.  That was over 40 years ago.  I have never told a single soul in my ENTIRE LIFE until today.  I honestly thought I was the only one.  I started Googling terms like Imagination Addiction and it led me here.  I would say my story is one comparable to a highly functioning alcoholic, when nobody around you knows (at least that's what I think...).  It…

I've never told anyone that I have MD and I don't really plan to. I'm more inclined to let people think I have OCD or ADD instead :P 

But whenever my classmates find out that I haven't started on an assignment or that I'm really behind on a project, they always say things like "You're only that far?? What have you been doing with all that time?". And I honestly don't have anything to say. It's not like I can tell them that I was away visiting my created fantasy world for hours and…

Honestly, I think, and to some extent have always thought therapy would help me quit. I know its a "choice" to daydream, but for me, it is also an addiction. And this addiction has gone too far- in fact, it went too far three years ago and has only numbed me to the realities I am avoiding in my life, speicially social and school life.

I dont know if that was vague or not, but I just want to know what others think about me getting therapy. I have felt conflicted about getting…

When the real world starts to fall apart. I wish I could just disappear in my daydream. Just found out my husband of 16yrs has a girlfriend. A girl from highschool that he reconnected with on facebook and has been texting. He meet her saturday night at a coffee shop to comfort her after she left her husband. He swears there has not been any other contact but he has "feelings" for her. He assures me he has no plans of leaving me. WTF!!!! then why tell me all this crap? Now I feel horrible, I…

In school I just read about The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. The feeling afterwards was so intense. I felt like crying in the middle of the room filled with about 25 kids. My MD was never as severe as it was in high school. I was always a loner but I used to be surrounded with friends. Now in high school im used to being alone. I found ways to escape-hiding my face buried in books, or daydreaming. This was when the devil finally bound me in this horrible experience in living a double world…

Okay so I wrote another poem this is the negative version. I'm sorry if this poem offends you. It shouldn't, but if it does I'm sorry. I will try to have a positive version up tomorrow about MD.

The devil awaits with a red-bloody chain.

He whispers my name to tempt me closer and closer.

I find myself trying to run, but I just get farther away from everyone else.

His breath is cold like the winter breeze.

It sends a tingling chill across my spine,

and…

I've always been told that mental health issues happen to other people, or don't exist.

*shrug*

I've been feeling like shit since Friday night. Had a stupid argument with my girlfriend which began with a small misunderstanding then spiralled out of control as I kept (wrongly) insisting I was right. There are two things I did wrong here, and you would think that by the age of 23, I would have learned to accept them by now:

- I have a bad short term memory…

Some people abuse drugs to deal with life

                                       ... Other people daydream

So I have this wonderful(sarcasm) older brother that at the moment is doing heroin. Like big time, waste your life away, can't live with out it, heroin addiction. I, being the soulless little "good child" I am, am starting to get really annoyed with my brothers inability to deal with life in a normal…

Like many others who have posted their stories, I cannot recall the point in time when my chronic daydreams began. 

I have memories from my early childhood, or perhaps even toddlerhood, where I'd forcefully and excitedly 'run around' on all fours (hands and feet OR hands and knees), which I assume was the kinesthetic movement I employed at that age. My knees were often scraped and rough from the crawling movements. My parents would ask me why I was doing this, and I would…

Not having much control this weekend. Not wanting to do anything else, the erge to lay down and DD is so strong. My husband wanted to go to a coffee shop and listen to a live music performer but my social anxiety kicked in and I told him to go without me. After he left I got in bed around 7 and daydreamed til he got home at 10:30pm. Then tried to go to sleep, back awake DDing around 5am til 9:30.  

I did make it to the grocery store. Now back fighting the erge to DD.

He asked…

I'm not sure if I can articulate exactly what this is, but I figured there might be a chance someone out there has it. 

Basically, whenever something good or exciting in happening in my real life, I feel the need to "record" it somehow. To keep that memory safe so that other people can see it. I'll usually clap my hands when something interesting is happening that I want to "record". It's this weird compulsive thing that I do and when I was younger, I'd even do it public.…