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Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
Am I really "someone else"............
I dream I am someone else. I have a totally different life, career, family, everything. I try to block it out and sometimes it works, sometimes it sends me even further in.........
29 years, really?! It scares me and makes me think I will be like this for the rest of my life.
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Permalink Reply by Kathy on
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Yes, I do. In fact I just responded to another post about the same thing so it must be fairly common. I found this site thru the Yahoo article too. I had no idea there were others like me and certainly not this many. Does make me feel better.
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Permalink Reply by greyartist on
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Right there with ya. The driving part is really a concern for me. The lack of focus is dangerous. Just the other week I clipped mailbox while zoned out driving.
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Permalink Reply by LJ on
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Ashamed is a very strong word but, I am in the same boat. I wish there was another word we could use. As if we could control what we do........ Or can we? If so, even in this forum I have not read a cure. Do we really want to stop?
The real world hurts, alot sometimes that I would rather live in the dreamed up life than in reality. Responsibilities take over and overwhelm. When I first awknowledged the dreaming, I just chalked it up as a stress reliever. Now, I know it's just a scapegoat.
It can be very frustating and dangerous. Especially in the case of dd and driving, or when caring for children. I pray my kids don't wrestle with this. So for, so good from what I can tell.
On the flip side, how could I know? I have hid it for years. :(
Marina Elizabeth said:I'm 28 and have been daydreaming for as long as I can remember. I'm ashamed to think of all the time I've wasted and opportunities missed, friendships lost and at the same time, I can't imagine myself without the dreamworld. Most of the time it feels more real to me. I feel your struggle.
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Permalink Reply by Maya on
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I never feel ashamed for this now. Yes, in past I really felt that I am such a foolish person ,who is ruining her life out of her own will by wasting all the time and energy in daydreaming, but now I try every possible way to avoid this self-sabotaging thinking. And in fact , I think that this 'ashamed-ness ' is the only reason that our daydreaming becomes maladaptive. Like, we can observe in our discussions that most of us indulge into it because we want to escape from our real self; and when we are feeling ashamed, we are making this urge for MD even more intense.
I have experienced in my life that when I feel good about my ability to MD , it really comes under my control. Everything seems balanced. Now I feel so grateful to have such a powerful and vivid imagination.
Daydreaming can be very helpful if we consciously plan it . Having the best emotions like love, charity, well-being, success , even when they are not existing in one's real life makes one poised and not ashamed.
LJ said:Ashamed is a very strong word but, I am in the same boat. I wish there was another word we could use. As if we could control what we do........ Or can we? If so, even in this forum I have not read a cure. Do we really want to stop?
The real world hurts, alot sometimes that I would rather live in the dreamed up life than in reality. Responsibilities take over and overwhelm. When I first awknowledged the dreaming, I just chalked it up as a stress reliever. Now, I know it's just a scapegoat.
It can be very frustating and dangerous. Especially in the case of dd and driving, or when caring for children. I pray my kids don't wrestle with this. So for, so good from what I can tell.
On the flip side, how could I know? I have hid it for years. :(
Marina Elizabeth said:I'm 28 and have been daydreaming for as long as I can remember. I'm ashamed to think of all the time I've wasted and opportunities missed, friendships lost and at the same time, I can't imagine myself without the dreamworld. Most of the time it feels more real to me. I feel your struggle.
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