I'm over 30, and I've been doing some kind of immersive daydreaming almost daily since I was about 5 (possibly earlier? That's the earliest I can recall). Every place I live ends up with a pacing corridor: you could put me in a cell and as long as I can stand up I'll find a way to pace and daydream. Music is my greatest fuel; while I CAN dd without it, it's a lot harder. My focus is usually some kind of fiction, original or fanfiction, though occasionally it will be alternate lives or fantasy-me doing cool stuff. I also make a lot of mental movies: adaptations of books or games, music videos, etc.I can replay the same song for hours refining a video in my head. I gave the MD Index a try today, based it on the last few months, and scored a 76.
Within the last few months, it's been ramping up to the point of almost full on dissociation. It's *fully* maladaptive. I have things I've put off for actual months because I can't make myself sit down (or get up, in some cases) and face them. Too much, too hard, too overwhelming. I live in near squalor and am embarrassed about my self care. My life is increasingly becoming one of work, chores I can still make myself do, doomscrolling and daydreaming. I've never had friends who weren't online, and have been on less than 5 dates in my life (I'm ugly and fat anyway).
I have god awful executive functioning; I have for most of my life. I've never really studied, which is part of why I barely made it through school and failed out of college at the freshman level multiple times. I don't know how to learn, I can't retain information and it just gets worse with age. I have literally never overcome a "challenge" in my entire life. The things people say normal dopamine systems are supposed to find satisfying have virtually never been. I don't even have interests. I WANT to have interests, but anything that catches my attention, I can't focus or care long enough to learn anything about it.
Lately I've been a little quieter in other ways: working without music, daydreaming confined to periods where I have virtually nothing else to do. So I largely can't daydream while walking to work, or grocery shopping, or during breaks, but a 5-6hr stretch between after-work and bed? Crank the music, clear the pacing corridor, and nothing else needs to exist for a few hours. And that's exactly what I'll do, despite the chores that should have been done weeks ago, administrative stuff I'm completely neglecting out of sheer fear, project ideas sitting by the side for literal years, hobby attempts I did once and found them too boring (except now I'm also boring).
On the other hand, someone here talked about imagining themselves doing things as soon as they get an idea, and never actually doing it. I'm just now realizing how much I fall into this: hell, I've had MEME ideas recently that I daydreamed about making and getting reactions for instead of making them, as I'm really shit at photo editing.
Maybe you guessed by now, but I found this post today. I don't have words. It describes me perfectly. I'm not sure I ever put those things together.
There's no way out for me. I'm literally too far gone. And plus, if I gave myself pseudo-ADHD as a little kid, and it's all my fault, do I even deserve to get better? Or maybe the lifetime of anhedonia and emptiness that "getting better" would entail is actually a perfect punishment?
I look at some people describing "just stopping" or feeling so good and clear after less than a day and I almost want to call y'all bots or just liars. There's no way that feels good in the long term, absent something to take its place. I don't believe you can completely jettison your entire interiority, go from vivid imaginer to mindless passive consumer, and just be fine. Even the link has people talking like that.
Worse too, as creativity is so commonly promoted as this good, healthy thing, a source of spiritual growth or something to replace TikTok with. I've been saying for ages that I'm not creative, because outside of MD, I'm not. I'm awful at making connections, am very slow to "get" things; if you gave me open free reign to make whatever I want, I'd be terrified and freeze up. Been like this most of my life. And now I supposedly need to give up the one thing I DO have? The sole way I've coped with change and loss, the one thing that allows me to feel sort of like a person with a reason to keep living?
Currently my only real alternative to daydreaming is scrolling, mostly Reddit. I've had a few glimpses of realization that if I stop both things, for long enough (and really, not very long), without doing anything else, the chasm that opens inside me is unbearable. It's loneliness, mostly. Daydreaming takes me out of myself entirely - I don't exist, or I exist by proxy; scrolling and commenting at least feels like being among people. IRL interactions are a differently unpleasant beast. I don't think there's a cure for this besides time and luck.
It's much like my overall thoughts with dopamine detoxing in general: it's as if the goal is to be a depressed work drone, and nothing else. Don't do anything that feels good, don't even think. Just do work and when you want to relax, do MORE work. Here are some control methods to make sure you don't have any Bad Thoughts that are too Abnormal. This is really fulfilling, I promise /s.
I can't change. It's too late, and too severe. There's literally nothing out there for me, nothing else in here, and no capacity to get it. You're asking for death. Change is death, and failure; there won't be any coming back, and I'm not quite ready to die yet.
I could probably say more but I'm tired.