Zero
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Post by Zero on Dec 1, 2013 22:31:04 GMT -4
Confession: I lived like this for 11 years. I stopped once I started taking more control of my life in 2006. Maladaptive Daydreaming: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maladaptive_daydreamingThis was due to stress I endured with bullying at school, and dealing with my disappointed father(even though I was still greatly influenced by him). Anybody else?
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Post by swoop on Dec 2, 2013 1:16:42 GMT -4
Talk A little bit of me, ok. I had learned to live with compromises in an early age. I have bad short term memory but great with long term memory. I have to do things very slow. This makes people think I am easy to be manipulated for their own goals. This is one of the reasons that caused me to be paranoid and also aggressive. I am a person that craves structure and I fear that I may be too controlling. I fear of being tricked into doing something bad and fear of being tyrant. I want to do the right thing but it is hard when people try to manipulate for their own goals or they want to be manipulated for one reason or another and refuse that they are. I did learn something with the paradox I am in but I feel that I have been talking too much.
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Post by Koith on Dec 2, 2013 10:09:36 GMT -4
I already had and recently kept enduring. That's the long story since my parents divorced and merely a decade they're fighting each other to gain their own "justice", and influence on myself. My question was, why were they hating instead loving like my friends' parents. Even that little small one, they're still trying to manipulate my will.
After I had been taught a lesson by a friend who had been long bullied by me, I had realized the way to manipulate this. This took me lots of troubles, which my family all blamed into my extensive computer gaming - my favorite tool to escape my despair, and my hating uncle suggested for a vacant bed in the asylum, and I'd beaten him up for good due to his offense against me, with full consciousness. But after all, I'd controlled it, with the flows of OCs created.
A little confession, Koith was the first one is the cornerstone of my further writing career (though the first one I'd started writing is another OC of Winx Club). I'd snapped out off my parents influence and walking on my path (with the support of none), to the college which I'd favored instead of being a tourist office worker like my Dad or a pharmacist to inherit my Mom's pharmacy in time. Ja, that's my story till now, then!
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TheRealBullet
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Post by TheRealBullet on Dec 6, 2013 1:21:12 GMT -4
Most of my life right there. It started mostly as a natural consequence of my immense and vivid imagination when I was young, usually taking the form of my own ideas for video games I liked and "experiencing" adventures I could never do in the real world. Then with my father's passing when I was six and the subsequent development of a "friendship" that would later grow into an authoritarian dictatorship, I lost all hopes for proper social interaction for many years. Though I could justly attribute that to the aforementioned relationship, ultimately it was my choice not to break away from it and make real friends.
But I digress, for many years effectively until Sophomore year, I preferred the people and situations from games and cartoons and those in my head to real ones, simply because those relationships were an extension of myself, thus I could control them; they didn't hurt me. And because of how vivid my imagination is, these served their purpose quite well. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but at my lowest point, Jenny's social struggles to be accepted in MLaaTR itself managed to convince me that society is just a mob of heartless, intolerant people out to uproot what little self-esteem I had left. (We all know, of course, that realistically this is not the case.)
I was eventually liberated of my former social chains at the beginning of my Sophomore year, and afterwards went through much-needed restoration. I made many more close friends and had more great experiences with them, so I've rapidly come out of my shell since then. That's not to say I don't have one of those days every so often, or that I don't ever need a brief escape; everyone does sometimes. But I now know that I need to take charge of my life, be confident in myself, and not shut everyone out.
I've learned to channel the inspiration I used to block the world out into making stories and art I can share with others to hopefully inspire them as well to live their lives to the fullest.
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Post by swoop on Apr 9, 2014 21:46:54 GMT -4
I looked to see the reason for the failure. I look at neglected characters to see why they fail mainstream or why mainstream failed them. Needless to say I found surprising material at times. I can find a lot of a lot surprising material on things you think you know. I move slower and I admit more including/especially failures. I am great at analogies due to comic books. A few more reasons that I am ticked off, I gave links to help which either y’all thought them being helpful or long boring talk and found them not helpful at all. I don’t know I never got a response so I am in the thought I done something wrong and got ignored. No, I have to adjust myself in order to satisfy you but you don’t want to say it. Because you don’t admit that you were wrong. The failure is myself but that is a good to cover your backside since ya did nothing. Saying that you did would mean you take some of the blame.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 20:09:08 GMT -4
Me too.
One time, I was watching a show outside of MLaaTR, and I did something bad to my younger brother, based on what that show had. My step-dad was putting disciplinary contacts on me, yet I was mad about it.
After being sent to my room in anger, it got to the point where I BECAME MY OC. The Maladaptive Daydreaming Zero has documented is a situation applied when my OC character, based from MLaaTR, had the power to control my thoughts and actions. I protocol this event as a form of "illusionary possession", since I didn't change into the OC, but his behavior overtook mine.
I was disciplined further, even by my mom. That's where my mentality got shattered heavily. It wasn't a form of physical, and verbal, child-abuse, but the lingering memories I still have on that day felt like it. Some, if not most, of my psychological corruption is based off that day.
I'll never understand why I made my OC do that to me, even though I was angry. Some behaviors are best to be judged to something other than the living.
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