Tried it once, got caught and I was thrashed.
I just stuck to dogs and horses after that.
I'm sorry you were treated like that ;O(
Tried it once, got caught and I was thrashed.
I just stuck to dogs and horses after that.
it's pretty normal for people to do this as children.
invent a person who will talk to you and take your side, even when nobody else wants to.
in adults it might be seen as a mental illness.
so have you ever had one? why did you need one? when did you grow out of it? did you grow out of it?
i never had one. i never felt i needed one.
i've always felt myself to be self sufficient.
no need to invent a crowd of my own if i felt i didn't belong.
happy to stand alone if there is nobody i want to stand beside.
No, I never had an imaginary friend. I had (and have) a soft animal I would cuddle and consider a friend. I wouldn't talk to him or share food with him, but I loved him and was very protective. I always knew he wasn't real, but I felt safe with him in my arms. Whatever happened to make me cry, a cuddle with him would make it go away - he understood without needing a conversation. In many ways, I suppose he was an extension of myself - an embodiment of the courage I couldn't access directly. For years, he was my only friend. Without him, I'd have gone mad - I think. It's funny that 'he' was always male. He could have been female, but that didn't feel right, somehow. He's still around and I'm still very attached, to be honest. Even though I was helping myself, I couldn't have done it without him as a conduit - I'm very grateful for that. The fact that I call an inanimate object 'he' says it all, really. :tongue: I'm not crazy, I swear.![]()
'Tis true. That's why I was so pleased to see someone making the world safe for blankies - they're more than something to cuddle. :smile:Awww! I love that! I especially liked this part:
"In many ways, I suppose he was an extension of myself - an embodiment of the courage I couldn't access directly."
Tried it once, got caught and I was thrashed.
I just stuck to dogs and horses after that.
I hit a brick wall with that one. I found myself going into too much detail and then trying to mentally go back and edit things. Or stopping to look up a year so I know whether or not Princess Di had died yet in the timeframe I'm placing it into. Gotta be accurate. :wink:
There is the sexual aspect to creating elaborate fantasies in your head, but it's not too far away from there to just keep them around and imagine all kinds of other everyday situations that don't involve sex. At least, in my brain it's not too far away. But I don't know if that qualifies as an imaginary friend or not either.
It's probably not healthy as an adult. People that have imaginary friends as adults usually kill real people... Death of John Lennon - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I do not recall ever having an imaginary friend, however I did talk to my stuffed animals, later real animals. I still tend to carry on conversations with animals, sometimes I talk to my flowers and plants as well. If I really need rain or it's getting on my nerves I might even tilt my head back and complain to the clouds.
But Real Dolls are real! People giving them imaginary personalities doesn't change that.
I'm not sure if this would really be the same thing, but I had a stuffed animal that I used to treat as a real person. His name is Mr. Bearly. (Yes, is... I still have him... and he still chills out on my bed!) He was given to me by my father at the funeral of my brother when I was five. My brother had committed suicide. Being the age that I was, I didn't realize what had happened until the funeral, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I could NOT stop crying the entire time. That little bear soaked up so many of my little tears. He was my best friend for years. I hugged him tightly every night. I still use him to hug and cry into when I'm sad. :smile:
I'm not sure if this would really be the same thing, but I had a stuffed animal that I used to treat as a real person. His name is Mr. Bearly. (Yes, is... I still have him... and he still chills out on my bed!) He was given to me by my father at the funeral of my brother when I was five. My brother had committed suicide. Being the age that I was, I didn't realize what had happened until the funeral, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I could NOT stop crying the entire time. That little bear soaked up so many of my little tears. He was my best friend for years. I hugged him tightly every night. I still use him to hug and cry into when I'm sad. :smile: