Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
I quit doing maladaptive daydreaming, because it gets scary as I get older. I moved into a small village town, starting at 6, looking forward to making friends. Instead, I made many bullies. I was surrounded by crowds of people who didn't understand I had this special gift, and thought I was crazy. Also dumb, because I hardly ever expressed myself verbally. I rarely had a social life, and people began to talk, but especially about how my eyes swivelled around the room and I laughed for nothing. Unfortunately, I learned that growing up with family and friends in this town wasn't meant to be. All others ever saw is that I had all these problems.
However, I was so distracted by my fantasies, that I wasn't studying hard and my grades suffered. So I didn't attend a very good college, taking courses that didn't guarantee career success. I've had many jobs since I was 19 that didn't work out. I lived with my parents for a very prolonged timeframe into my adulthood, even into my thirties. My mom found out how excessive my daydreaming is, and believed I'll never survive in any career. I've never met a man and got a house.
I'm determined to get a full-fledge job and move into a one-room apartment. I still plan to see other parts, but I do need a partner to assist me with this.