Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I'm pretty lost right now.
I'm 18 years old and heading off to college soon, yet I don't know what I want to go to school for, I don't know what I want to do for a living, and hell, I don't even know what's wrong with me. I've recently started talking to a psychologist, and he thinks that my obsessive and excessive daydreaming is caused by ADHD, because my father told him what he thinks my symptoms are and I didn't think I could correct him without breaking down and crying.
But I see him again next week, and my father won't be there in the room. I still don't want to cry, but I've got a whole big list of symptoms I've been feeling over the past week that will help me remember what I want to say and have confidence when I say it.
My real name is Lauren, but I picked my title as Greydawn because I absolutely love that name and the symbolism that goes with it. It happens to be the surname of one of my favorite daydreaming characters. He's a sour 32-year-old war-veteran with PTSD and an asshole so tight he could make a lump of coal into a diamond, and I absolutely love him.
Mind you, I'm not in love with him like some people become with their characters. If I met him, I doubt he'd give a sheepish girl like me a second thought, and he's certainly not the sort you lay awake at night regretting your dumbfounded silence. He's volatile and none too pretty, and he reeks of cigarettes and alcohol constantly. While some guy like him might be the man I desire, I'm content to let the character himself exist in my daydreams and in my roleplay.
He's one of several RP characters, too, and all of them I daydream about. I'll probably get into them more at one point, but for now all you need to know is that they talk to me. Not like schizophrenic voices -- it's more like a book's character for the author.
So maybe I do know what I want to do with my life. I want to be an author. But whether I can make money from that or not, or whether or not I'm good enough to write for a living, is completely undecided.
And that leads me into the series of my major problems. I have horrible self-confidence, which is portrayed as social anxiety. I can hardly talk to new people or any person in authority, and I've frequently avoided parties my friends are hosting because five is just too many people for me-- even if I know them all. I don't want to make a mockery of myself, I don't want them to dislike me (because I don't know why they like me in the first place), and I simply don't want to go. I don't want to talk to the people I've made friends with already. I destroy my own friendships because I'm paranoid. I cling to the few people who I do speak to regularly, and I become jealous and possessive when they go off to talk to others, which ruins a good relationship.
Those are the real reasons I think I need therapy and medications. I'm lonely and I have no one to turn to.
I don't think I want to do away with my maladaptive daydreaming, and I don't think it's a problem. A few times a day, around 20-30 minutes each time, I go outside, listen to music, and swing. My mind wanders around and races until it's exhausted, which is nice. Usually I can't keep up with it. It keeps me awake at night, and nudges me when I'm trying to do my assignments.
And that's not the only thing. When I'm outside, I'm alone, and I don't have to think about others and what they could possibly be thinking. I talk to my characters and learn about them. I relax.
And now we come to why I have joined this website. I want to talk to other people who have the same problem as I do, and ask them why they want to rid themselves of their MD, and why I don't. Is it because I have no life for daydreaming to consume? Has it already consumed it, and that's why I've no interests but these characters I've woven? Is that a bad thing? I don't like the vast majority of people; why do I want to get a job and a life and live in society? Can I even make it as an author? What constitutes a full life?
I'm lost somewhere in my head. Should I bother with a road map?
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I apologize if this was too long or too jumbled. I just kind of started typing, and suddenly it was an hour later and my page wasn't blank.
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Thank you all! I absolutely love how thoughtful everyone's responses are! <3
I have social phobia, agoraphobia, and other problems so I also think to myself, why do I want to get a job and a life and live in society. I am not "normal" like the other people in society. Daydreaming is one of the few things in life that gives me pleasure that I couldn't get from the real world. I wish I had admitted my symptoms 5 years ago before I went to college because if I did, then maybe my college experiences would have been better.
Thank you, and thank you even more for commenting at all. It feels nice having feedback and knowing people are out there who care. :)
Which reminds me: that's another reason I joined. People seemed so kind and supportive.
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