Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
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You say your addicted and don't want to quit. You might thank me 10 years from now when I say, "do quit or keep it to a minimum." I wish that I was 23 when discovering maladaptive daydreaming, but I was actually 30 when I found Wild Minds. I also happen to have Asperger syndrome, which doesn't make my life any easier. I was 12 to 13 when I started MD, and it was very entertaining, but in the long run, it was destroying my life. I found it hard to concentrate in class and got bare grades. I went to a low grade college where my grades weren't so great. Afterwards, I faced years of unstable employment. I never managed to move out. Lots of people berated me for not listening to them—not to mention how cringed they felt whenever I laughed at inappropriate moments. My mom later discovered my MD, got angry and gave me a hard time about it. My dad told me to get rid of my tunnel vision waves, and reminded me there's a whole world out there, when I'm crashing around in my own world. Now at 34, I look back at years thrown away to silly daydreams. I could've lived a much better life if it weren't for my MD; extended my education, got decent jobs, had relationships, traveled to countries, had children. Now I'm in a funk, living in my parent's house for 29 years, not having went out there and finding myself. MD sure can you make you smile and glowing inside, but when you've seen life and wake up one day, it leaves you feeling lost and alone than ever. Your peers, friends, neighbours and co-works have moved on with their lives. All you can remember is the weird worlds you were in.
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