Upside Down Eagle
Diamond Member
When I was around 12 or 13 I developed this habit of talking to pictures.
I was a lonely kid, we lived in a remote area, and I had one friend whom I didn't see that often. I had no other siblings, I lived with my dad around that time because my abuser (my mom) had divorced him and left.
My dad was weird and controlling. I didn't trust him.
My friends were my teddy, my two cats and pictures of people.
Just guys, though. In the beginning it was Brad Pitt, I think. Then Johnny Depp. Photographs of one dude at school I had a crush on. Then more photographs of somebody else I had a crush on. It went on and on like this until now. I'll be 27 this fall. You can imagine I've had quite a lot of crushes (and real-life) failed relationships during that time. A whole stack of pictures.
I talked to almost all of their photographs. With some exceptions. I only talk to pictures of those people I feel an emotional bond with. When I talk to them I feel like they're really there. I feel like they are really listening. And just like in real life, I will act sort of cool to impress them/make jokes. Sounds really weird when I write it like that.
I've even gotten angry with them. And not just a little bit. Raging mad tearing their pictures apart. And then regretting it and printing them anew. Pictures are flexible that way.
I've tried to "break up" with my pictures several times. I feel like my life would be so empty without them. I have a lot of real life friends now, but I don't see them that often, and if they were around all the time, I would feel exhausted pretty quickly. Pictures are my safety net, but I also hate it because I don't want to be so dependent.
Some people have told me they think it's not an issue, but fifteen years have passed and I think it is an issue. I keep wanting to quit and then discover I don't have the courage. I quit and then I start again and it makes me feel weak. It's like smoking cigarettes. You catch yourself doing it and you think, "oh for the love of... I'm hopeless".
I don't know if this is a confession or asking for advice. Probably both.
Lay it on me :p
I was a lonely kid, we lived in a remote area, and I had one friend whom I didn't see that often. I had no other siblings, I lived with my dad around that time because my abuser (my mom) had divorced him and left.
My dad was weird and controlling. I didn't trust him.
My friends were my teddy, my two cats and pictures of people.
Just guys, though. In the beginning it was Brad Pitt, I think. Then Johnny Depp. Photographs of one dude at school I had a crush on. Then more photographs of somebody else I had a crush on. It went on and on like this until now. I'll be 27 this fall. You can imagine I've had quite a lot of crushes (and real-life) failed relationships during that time. A whole stack of pictures.
I talked to almost all of their photographs. With some exceptions. I only talk to pictures of those people I feel an emotional bond with. When I talk to them I feel like they're really there. I feel like they are really listening. And just like in real life, I will act sort of cool to impress them/make jokes. Sounds really weird when I write it like that.
I've even gotten angry with them. And not just a little bit. Raging mad tearing their pictures apart. And then regretting it and printing them anew. Pictures are flexible that way.
I've tried to "break up" with my pictures several times. I feel like my life would be so empty without them. I have a lot of real life friends now, but I don't see them that often, and if they were around all the time, I would feel exhausted pretty quickly. Pictures are my safety net, but I also hate it because I don't want to be so dependent.
Some people have told me they think it's not an issue, but fifteen years have passed and I think it is an issue. I keep wanting to quit and then discover I don't have the courage. I quit and then I start again and it makes me feel weak. It's like smoking cigarettes. You catch yourself doing it and you think, "oh for the love of... I'm hopeless".
I don't know if this is a confession or asking for advice. Probably both.
Lay it on me :p