Good Morning, My name is Alexis. Let me start from the beginning of my journey through MD. When I was born I had a father who was addicted to several drugs, alcohol, and very abusive due to fathers …

[Alexis Sommer]

Good Morning, My name is Alexis. 

Let me start from the beginning of my journey through MD. When I was born I had a father who was addicted to several drugs, alcohol, and very abusive due to fathers actions. I was removed from my home at age 2 due to my mom not being able to take care of herself and us because of my father. I was moved to a very kind foster home in which I only lived there for a couple of months. I am still in touch with them. My second home was super abusive and I have more memories of abuse there than in my biological families home. I was there for almost a year, and was not taken out till the teachers at my school said something. I then was moved to a home that only had me for seven days. The reason for this was because I would talk to myself and reenact a fantasy in my head. The third family I was with was very spooked and uncomfortable with this so they said they could not take care of me. I ended being moved to a fourth foster home in which they adopted me a few years later. I was about age 5 when I started to remember and understand the world I was creating in my head. Over the years I have created over 100 characters and up to 50 different mythical creatures. I get visions of them in my head and reenact them everyday. I usually play music to block out other sounds and distractions. Over the years I have been able to recognize reality from day dreaming. The story I create in my head is always the same characters and repeats itself sometimes. In my head I have very detailed images of the scenery and faces of the things I have created. I am big into doing art, and I am trying to work on figuring out a way to put my characters and images on paper. I have not yet felt capable of doing that. I have had severe depression, anger, anxiety, and several learning disabilities in which have made life harder over the years. I have found my daydreams and fantasy's to be extremally violent. I some how have found that soothing and a way to escape reality. My parents and sister have known about it for years, and it took awhile to figure out what was happening and if their was an explanation for this. I have noticed when talking and reenacting my fantasy's I have one main character which is supposed to be me with a different name and personality. As I think about they world I have created I have found it to be taking up a lot of my time. I believe it has been a way I isolate away from others and to not face reality. Overall I do feel a sense of accomplishment with my creativity, but also a sense of upset because of feeling like I am not able to face the real world without need to resort to day dreaming first. I always have ask myself, "Why Me?" I have not yet found a way to answer this in my own words but I will always keep thinking about the question even if it will never be answered. I still reenact at age 19 and I am almost 20 and still feel like I have no control. I guess working at it in therapy is the best way to find less disruptive strategies to express my fantasy's. I am very happy to have found a place to tell my story and connect with people who have MD.

Good day to all. 

Lexi:(Nickname)

[Jessica Ballantyne]

I had no problems with my biological parents, they are good people. I grew up and stayed living in a house for three decades, since I was 6. You might think, why didn't I move out like other adults? Perhaps at 19 or 20. Well, it was probably because of my maladaptive daydreaming. My mom wasn't happy to find out that I live in other worlds, and assumed she did too much for me. I used to be a spoiled child at one time. That's not the true reason, though. I happen to have a form of autism spectrum disorder, where it affected my ability to communicate and interact with people. So I seldom remember having a social life, only had very few friends. This left me sitting in the cold and feeling isolated all of the time. It was lonely heart-ache of an experience for me, which has been with me all my life. I often got teased and made fun of for being so quiet and timid, and being alone. Most times, I angered, spooked or weirded people out with my daydreaming disorder, which they certainly didn't take well. Even my mom strongly considered taking me to a psychiatrist, when I was already in my adulthood, because she could see me laugh and smile inappropriately and talk to imaginary people in my head. My family and everybody else have made comments. This completely soured my entire social life to nothingness. To this day, I walk through life having only myself. Never married or started a family. Failing to fly the coop. As of now, I have a part-time Job to keep me supported, but I seriously really need a Life.