Maladaptive Daydreaming as escape
Jan 9, 2021 14:44:55 GMT
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Post by one on Jan 9, 2021 14:44:55 GMT
Hey there!
So here is a little bit about myself and how I got to this coping mechanism.
I think when I first started to use fantasy worlds as escape from reality was with the age of 5 or 6.
In early childhood my parents divorced after fighting a lot. My father was not really happy about having me and my brother around and he never missed a chance to show his true feelings towards us.
So there is where I first started to develope a strong dislike for myself and my life.
Later on when it finally felt like he was trying to spent more time with us, he decided to leave the country and move to England. I was around 7 years old by then.
The following 3 years he didn't visit us or even talked to us.
I started to become heavily depressed, only had nightmares and was unhappy most of the time.
During that time I escaped more and more into my fantasy worlds which only increased the distance between my true reality and the reality I was wishing for. By the age 10 I told my mother that I did not want to live anymore.
So fast forward, skipping the bullying and suicide attempts, I somehow managed to graduate and am now where I am.
I still daydream a lot. For hours when I wake up and throughout the day. I can't really control it so even when I am doing important task I just drift off. It is annoying especially if I want to draw or just concentrate on school work.
So here is a little bit about myself and how I got to this coping mechanism.
I think when I first started to use fantasy worlds as escape from reality was with the age of 5 or 6.
In early childhood my parents divorced after fighting a lot. My father was not really happy about having me and my brother around and he never missed a chance to show his true feelings towards us.
So there is where I first started to develope a strong dislike for myself and my life.
Later on when it finally felt like he was trying to spent more time with us, he decided to leave the country and move to England. I was around 7 years old by then.
The following 3 years he didn't visit us or even talked to us.
I started to become heavily depressed, only had nightmares and was unhappy most of the time.
During that time I escaped more and more into my fantasy worlds which only increased the distance between my true reality and the reality I was wishing for. By the age 10 I told my mother that I did not want to live anymore.
So fast forward, skipping the bullying and suicide attempts, I somehow managed to graduate and am now where I am.
I still daydream a lot. For hours when I wake up and throughout the day. I can't really control it so even when I am doing important task I just drift off. It is annoying especially if I want to draw or just concentrate on school work.
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