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Hi I'm a new user. I have PTSD, borderline personality, anxiety, and aspergers.
I find my self obsessed with characters. Ever since I could remember I've had an imaginary friend. Outside I look totally normal, no one could ever guess. Since 2003 illidan stormrage has been my best friend, lover, protecter. I am 26 years old. I know it's not normal. I have a hard time Keeping friends. My crazy mind takes over and I scare them off. So illidan has been there. I told my shrink but he just stared at me.
I'll close my self off from the world. Lock door and close curtain. I get very parinoid. Put on my head phones and play my music dancing around or pacing the room with my illidan.
I cried for 2 months straight when blizzard killed him years back.
He is not dead to me. He is my master and my protector.
Anyone know anything similar to this?

I had imaginary friends as a kid. They're nice and predictable, never let you down, always there.

I wonder why your therapist just stared at you? It sounds like something that one would address with a therapist. Even kids would talk about their imaginary friends with a therapist, why not an adult?

I did not have so much of an imaginary friend, but I have created characters (for stories, poems, other reason, etc) that somewhat serve to help me out in one way or another, especially this ten year-old boy named Alex, who I came up with when I was 13-14ish. His story was that he was an unwanted pregnancy, so he was killed in an abortion, but since he was supposed to live, he lives outside of space-time. So he could do things like teleport, freeze something in time for a moment, fly around, etc. Plus he was blind, so he could not see things in our world, but when it came to "seeing things as they really were" (like he could see the burdens people bear, inter turmoil of emotion, ghosts, etc) no one could match his keen insight or wise words. And he was always cheerful as well, cheering everyone around him on. Then about 2 years ago (When I went to college), he kind of "grew up" (from being 10 to being 30-ish I think) as well and is now a lawyer for people the world has turned against. A lot more serious now as well, but gives some pretty epic speeches.

I had considered actually making him an imaginary friend when he was still 10 - even pretended to hold his hand once. But I decided not to for various reasons.

I never went the imaginary friend route, but have always had a very active daydream life, with a number of ongoing daydream universes. Some have fallen by the wayside over the years, and occasionally I start new ones. I get pretty attached to the characters, but more as in being attached to the characters of a favorite book. These daydream universes are mind stories, after all.

Something that puzzles, and amuses me, is that the main characters have careers, and often hobbies, that I would never do, and also engage in athletic stuff I would never do, but I do enjoy "playing around" mentally with the characters doing those things.

Some of my daydream universes have come about from books, or TV shows. Others have sprung from actual dreams I have remembered parts of after waking up, and that I decided to expand on by turning them into daydream universes.

I am an introverted hermit, so these daydream characters have provided a limited sort of social outlet for me. Now that I am registered with WP, this is another social outlet for me, only this one is with real people, even if it's only over the I-net. Hey! For an introvert, that's still an improvement over made up characters, and I can and still do enjoy my daydream universes, too.

I had imaginary friends when I was little. Now I create lots of characters in my head. Not imaginary friends, but a lot of the time I'll be thinking of certain personality traits, then invent a character in my head. Very specific, like their age, how they look, how they think, etc. and then play through scenarios involving them in my head, usually while stimming. I've created a lot of interesting stories this way.