I still have the imaginary friend I created when I was twelve. His name is Bob (not terribly inventive, but when I came up with him, I didn't expect him to stick around for the next nine years, heck, I was surprised when I woke up the next day and found him still asleep in my bed). He and I go literally everywhere together, and it feels incredibly strange when we're apart, even for a moment. I open my mouth to talk to him, only to remember he's not there, and it feels like the thoughts are trapped inside my head, banging to get out until he gets back from whatever he's doing and I can tell him what I'm thinking. I don't think he will ever leave, though I'm pretty sure my mother thinks he left a long time ago. I have no doubt people in public think I'm crazy as I walk down the street muttering to "myself" when in fact I'm conversing with Bob. Before him, I only had experience with imaginary pets; a horse named Star and an extremely mischievous monkey named George (I was super un-creative with my names when I was a kid), so the first day Bob showed up, I spent the entire day pulling him along by the hand and talking to him as if he were a dog. It was at the end of the day that it occurred to me that friends treat each other like equals, not pets (fortunately I already knew that about my real friends!) and adjusted my tone accordingly. My favourite game to play with him is superheroes (yes I still play imaginary games, shut up and don't look at the age on my profile!) I'm Aspie Avenger, and he's my sidekick, NT, and together we fight crime from our secret lair *cough basement*. We once saved the world from our evil arch nemesis, Dark Arrow, by flying his invisible space ship into orbit and preventing him from extinguishing the sun with his gigantic cathode ray (he was going to depolarize the hydrogen and helium ions in the sun... don't even know if that's possible, but he was going to try it anyway). You're welcome humanity. Bob and I have had our fights over the years, but we've always made up, and grown up together (his birthday, interestingly enough, is the same day as mine... what a coincidence!) Many real friends have come and gone, but he and I will probably be sitting in our rocking chairs on the rickety old porch of some dilapidated house yelling at the neighbourhood kids when we're ninety.
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"Survival is insufficient" - Seven of Nine
Diagnosed with ASD level 1 on the 10th of April, 2014
Rediagnosed with ASD level 2 on the 4th of May, 2019
Thanks to Olympiadis for my fantastic avatar!