Hello everyone,
Unfortunately, I am still here. I haven't posted in a while, but have been feeling rather isolated lately, so decided to start posting and really being a part of the SS community.
will always be until I either CTB or die of natural causes or in some sort of accident.
Since I'm the one who brought up this rather nutty topic, I'll share about my friends.
Bryan was the first friend who came to me. Well, he didn't just come, I created him with my imagination from babyhood. The other four came to me already formed.
Bryan is a tree. He is nearly thirteen years old. December nineth is his birthday, so coming right up!
I created him the day after I found out my father passed away. My father passed away on December eighth, 2006, just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday.
I was devastated when I found out the horrible news. My father was the only one in my family that I could confide in and trust with all of my secrets. Everyone else either didn't have the time to listen for one reason or another, or they would blad everything to my mom, who was not a nice mother, to say the least.
Bryan hatched from a shell, like birds hatch from eggs. He had to push his way out, eventually breaking through the shell's heavy
Thanks to the mod who enabled my account, allowing me to post new threads again. I am eternally grateful to all of you for keeping this site up and running.
I know this question sounds crazy, and it probably is, lol! I never said I wasn't crazy, lol!
Anyway, I have five imaginary friends, and I was wondering if anyone else has them currently or has had them as children.
Mind you, I am not a child. I am almost twenty-nine years old, but they are with me, nevertheless. I couldn't survive without them: they are a constant in my life and they always be until I either catch the bus or die of natural causes or in an accident.
Since I'm the one who brought up such a nutty topic, I'll share about my imaginary friends.
Bryan came to me first when I was sixteen. Well, actually, he didn't just arrive, I created him from babyhood. The other four friends who came after him, however, arrived on their own, with fully formed bodies, minds, etc. So, they weren't babies.
Bryan is a tree. His birthday is December ninth, and he was born in 2006, on a very chilly but sunny morning. I created him the morning after I found out the terrible news from my stepfather at the time, that my biological father had passed away. It was just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday that he died.
I was devastated by the news. My father was a very kind and generous man. He was the only one who I could confide in with full confidence, the only one who would actually listen to what I had to say. No one else in my family could be trusted to do that. They either didn't "have time" to listen, or they blabbed things I said to my mom that I had wanted to remain confidential.
My mom was not a kind mother. Her temper was very bad, and her fuse very short. We never were close, and we still aren't.
Bryan hatched from a shell, like the way a bird would hatch from an egg. He had to push his way out of the shell until he finally managed to break through its thick, hard, protective layers. When he finally popped out, I was overjoyed. I held him in my palm and just gazed down at him with admiration and love.
I am blind, but I have some sight. I imagined him as a tiny, green dot, which was what he was the size of.
"Welcome to the world, Bryan," I whispered to him, and then I set him very gently into imaginary soil that was wetted just a touch with refreshing, cool, clear water in my other hand. Later, after he had adjusted to his surroundings, I brought him outside so he could thrive on the sun's bright, powerful rays.
Since it was December, the sun didn't put out much warmth, but I knew the light itself was beneficial and that he would stay warm in the palm of my hand.
Bryan required a great deal of care. It was a wonderful distraction from the terrible grief that ripped and tore mercilessly at my very vulnerable and already traumatized heart. I honestly don't know what I would have done without Bryan, especially in those first days and weeks.
People kept asking why I wasn't crying or showing any outward emotion, but I could never tell them. I knew it would be considered crazy, and even taboo, to have an imaginary friend, so I just told them I was relying on the strength of God to get me through, and they were satisfied enough with that explanation.
Now, Bryan is a huge tree. He stands about fifty feet tall, and he provides great comfort to me on a daily basis. I call him my tree of laziness because, when I am feeling overly anxious, or can't sleep due to insomnia, I imagine him lifting me up into one of his higher branches, and then I just chill out there while he takes me for a stroll in the park. I imagine the branch that I am perched on rocking soothingly, and, eventually, I fall aseep or start to feel more grounded.
and on its own. It's almost like the computer is its own entity, like it has a mind of its own, just like my imaginary friends.
Well, bye for now. Feel free to share any of your imaginary friend stories or questions for me if you have any.
Cupcake
It doesn't always work, but it works about fifty percent of the time. When it doesn't work, it still comforts me to know that he is nearby and will come when I call him.
I have to post this thread now because my computer keeps erasing my thread if I let it get too long, but I'll post about the others in replies to this thread. Sorry to the mods if this creates trouble, but my screen reader is difficult to use. It keeps doing things I don't want it to do
By the way, sorry my first post was screwed up. Like I said, my computer keeps jumping, so some of the first post is kind of messed up. I don't know how to edit it, sorry! I guess you don't have to read my threads if they are too hard to follow. In the meantime, I'll try and fix whatever's making my computer whakki. Or, maybe it's just me and my own stupidity of not knowing to use it, lol!
Anyway, Nevaeh came shortly after Bryan. She came four months later. March 12 is the actual day she came, and that is when I celebrate her birthday.
Nevaeh is heaven spelled backwards. Her name has a weird pronnounciation, it's pronnounced nuh-vay-uh.
Anyway, she came to me fully formed in mind, body, and spirit. She is a doll, the size of a key chain doll or worry doll, the kind you put under your pillow at night while you are sleeping so it can gather up your worries and carry them off into the night.
Nevaeh has no hair. Her arms and legs are very tiny. It's a good thing she is imaginary, or else I might have broken her on accident.
She loves to be carried in a pocket or ride on my shoulder. We both love to perch on one of Bryan's lazy branches and have him take us for an imaginary ride.
Nevaeh came to me the day after a horrible fight broke out at my house. It was a fight between my mother and her and her boyfriend at the time. There was lots os shouting, swearing, and slamming doors. My mom also started throwing his things and his son't things off the porch, while shouting all sorts of obsenities.
Eventually, the cops were caled and it broke it up, but not before traumazing me all over again.
While they fought, I hid in my bedroom. I had the door shut and locked and just sat on the edge of my bed, rocking back and forth, humming softly to Bryan, who was even more frightened than I was because he was just a baby, only four months old and only ankle high.
The doors were slamming so hard that the whole house shook and vibrated with the angry energy. My drums rattled with all the racket, which only added to my sense of great anxiety and helplessness.
Bryan was hiding under the bed for quite a long time, but, eventually, he edged his way out and came to sit on my lap. I kept on rocking and humming to him while stroking his branches, and told him everything would be ok, though in my mind, I didn't really know if things would ever be ok again, or if they ever were to begin with..
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Unfortunately, I am still here. I haven't posted in a while, but have been feeling rather isolated lately, so decided to start posting and really being a part of the SS community.
will always be until I either CTB or die of natural causes or in some sort of accident.
Since I'm the one who brought up this rather nutty topic, I'll share about my friends.
Bryan was the first friend who came to me. Well, he didn't just come, I created him with my imagination from babyhood. The other four came to me already formed.
Bryan is a tree. He is nearly thirteen years old. December nineth is his birthday, so coming right up!
I created him the day after I found out my father passed away. My father passed away on December eighth, 2006, just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday.
I was devastated when I found out the horrible news. My father was the only one in my family that I could confide in and trust with all of my secrets. Everyone else either didn't have the time to listen for one reason or another, or they would blad everything to my mom, who was not a nice mother, to say the least.
Bryan hatched from a shell, like birds hatch from eggs. He had to push his way out, eventually breaking through the shell's heavy
Thanks to the mod who enabled my account, allowing me to post new threads again. I am eternally grateful to all of you for keeping this site up and running.
I know this question sounds crazy, and it probably is, lol! I never said I wasn't crazy, lol!
Anyway, I have five imaginary friends, and I was wondering if anyone else has them currently or has had them as children.
Mind you, I am not a child. I am almost twenty-nine years old, but they are with me, nevertheless. I couldn't survive without them: they are a constant in my life and they always be until I either catch the bus or die of natural causes or in an accident.
Since I'm the one who brought up such a nutty topic, I'll share about my imaginary friends.
Bryan came to me first when I was sixteen. Well, actually, he didn't just arrive, I created him from babyhood. The other four friends who came after him, however, arrived on their own, with fully formed bodies, minds, etc. So, they weren't babies.
Bryan is a tree. His birthday is December ninth, and he was born in 2006, on a very chilly but sunny morning. I created him the morning after I found out the terrible news from my stepfather at the time, that my biological father had passed away. It was just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday that he died.
I was devastated by the news. My father was a very kind and generous man. He was the only one who I could confide in with full confidence, the only one who would actually listen to what I had to say. No one else in my family could be trusted to do that. They either didn't "have time" to listen, or they blabbed things I said to my mom that I had wanted to remain confidential.
My mom was not a kind mother. Her temper was very bad, and her fuse very short. We never were close, and we still aren't.
Bryan hatched from a shell, like the way a bird would hatch from an egg. He had to push his way out of the shell until he finally managed to break through its thick, hard, protective layers. When he finally popped out, I was overjoyed. I held him in my palm and just gazed down at him with admiration and love.
I am blind, but I have some sight. I imagined him as a tiny, green dot, which was what he was the size of.
"Welcome to the world, Bryan," I whispered to him, and then I set him very gently into imaginary soil that was wetted just a touch with refreshing, cool, clear water in my other hand. Later, after he had adjusted to his surroundings, I brought him outside so he could thrive on the sun's bright, powerful rays.
Since it was December, the sun didn't put out much warmth, but I knew the light itself was beneficial and that he would stay warm in the palm of my hand.
Bryan required a great deal of care. It was a wonderful distraction from the terrible grief that ripped and tore mercilessly at my very vulnerable and already traumatized heart. I honestly don't know what I would have done without Bryan, especially in those first days and weeks.
People kept asking why I wasn't crying or showing any outward emotion, but I could never tell them. I knew it would be considered crazy, and even taboo, to have an imaginary friend, so I just told them I was relying on the strength of God to get me through, and they were satisfied enough with that explanation.
Now, Bryan is a huge tree. He stands about fifty feet tall, and he provides great comfort to me on a daily basis. I call him my tree of laziness because, when I am feeling overly anxious, or can't sleep due to insomnia, I imagine him lifting me up into one of his higher branches, and then I just chill out there while he takes me for a stroll in the park. I imagine the branch that I am perched on rocking soothingly, and, eventually, I fall aseep or start to feel more grounded.
and on its own. It's almost like the computer is its own entity, like it has a mind of its own, just like my imaginary friends.
Well, bye for now. Feel free to share any of your imaginary friend stories or questions for me if you have any.
Cupcake
It doesn't always work, but it works about fifty percent of the time. When it doesn't work, it still comforts me to know that he is nearby and will come when I call him.
I have to post this thread now because my computer keeps erasing my thread if I let it get too long, but I'll post about the others in replies to this thread. Sorry to the mods if this creates trouble, but my screen reader is difficult to use. It keeps doing things I don't want it to do
Phew, my first thread posted. Now I can write about the others.
By the way, sorry my first post was screwed up. Like I said, my computer keeps jumping, so some of the first post is kind of messed up. I don't know how to edit it, sorry! I guess you don't have to read my threads if they are too hard to follow. In the meantime, I'll try and fix whatever's making my computer whakki. Or, maybe it's just me and my own stupidity of not knowing to use it, lol!
Anyway, Nevaeh came shortly after Bryan. She came four months later. March 12 is the actual day she came, and that is when I celebrate her birthday.
Nevaeh is heaven spelled backwards. Her name has a weird pronnounciation, it's pronnounced nuh-vay-uh.
Anyway, she came to me fully formed in mind, body, and spirit. She is a doll, the size of a key chain doll or worry doll, the kind you put under your pillow at night while you are sleeping so it can gather up your worries and carry them off into the night.
Nevaeh has no hair. Her arms and legs are very tiny. It's a good thing she is imaginary, or else I might have broken her on accident.
She loves to be carried in a pocket or ride on my shoulder. We both love to perch on one of Bryan's lazy branches and have him take us for an imaginary ride.
Nevaeh came to me the day after a horrible fight broke out at my house. It was a fight between my mother and her and her boyfriend at the time. There was lots os shouting, swearing, and slamming doors. My mom also started throwing his things and his son't things off the porch, while shouting all sorts of obsenities.
Eventually, the cops were caled and it broke it up, but not before traumazing me all over again.
While they fought, I hid in my bedroom. I had the door shut and locked and just sat on the edge of my bed, rocking back and forth, humming softly to Bryan, who was even more frightened than I was because he was just a baby, only four months old and only ankle high.
The doors were slamming so hard that the whole house shook and vibrated with the angry energy. My drums rattled with all the racket, which only added to my sense of great anxiety and helplessness.
Bryan was hiding under the bed for quite a long time, but, eventually, he edged his way out and came to sit on my lap. I kept on rocking and humming to him while stroking his branches, and told him everything would be ok, though in my mind, I didn't really know if things would ever be ok again, or if they ever were to begin with..
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