My whole life, I've been addicted to video games. Ever since I was about 3, my parents said. I'm badly obsessive compulsive and have also suspected Asperger's for some time.
I'm 30 now. My video game consoles have always been there for me. I took them places to play games with friends and cousins, and they're the only thing that hasn't changed, long after my friends and cousins grew up and started hitting bars. When I'd get new consoles, I'd talk to my old ones and give them a fond farewell, and thank them for all of the time we'd spent. I would put them in the closet and hold onto them, intending to revisit them down the line.
In the past, I revisited them. I took them out of the closet, hooked them back up, and started building up collections for them. I had over a thousand games. I had no social life, and became depressed and lonely. I blamed everyone for my depression because they no longer wanted to do the things we did, like sit in bedrooms and play video games for hours. I convinced myself that video games were what made me happy, not other people.
Something finally snapped, and I finally realized how crazy this is. How I'd been a depressed shut-in my whole life. I had developed hoarder's mentality in regards to game collecting, but nobody noticed because I kept them reasonably organized due to OCD. I realized that what I was doing was a result of a bad mental illness.
I decided to weed out my collection, and just keep a dozen or so games per system. I decided to keep the childhood stuff that I was emotionally attached to. Here's where the madness begins: I'd collected duplicates of stuff, and could not identify my childhood originals. And because I have OCD and don't want to keep duplicates, the thought that I might be giving up something that I grew up with is causing me severe distress, as if a family member I love might be being switched. It's making me feel sick to my stomach. I've had some of this stuff, like the Nintendo Entertainment System, for as long as I've lived. The thought of getting rid of it feels like putting down a pet that I've had since I was born!
I always grew attached to things. I would become distressed when my parents would remodel rooms and get rid of furniture I'd grown up with. I got sad when something broke or a part got changed out. I was obsessing over keeping my game systems exactly as they were in my childhood.
I was also an addict. If people weren't into video games, I wanted nothing to do with them. I thought that was my raison d'etere. I convinced myself that secluding myself in my room was making me happy.
I heard that getting attached to inanimate objects this way was a symptom of Asperger's. Does anyone else have stuff they get attached to this way? I'm going to therapy soon for this, among other things. I wish I had realized this, and dealt with this before now.
I'm 30 now. My video game consoles have always been there for me. I took them places to play games with friends and cousins, and they're the only thing that hasn't changed, long after my friends and cousins grew up and started hitting bars. When I'd get new consoles, I'd talk to my old ones and give them a fond farewell, and thank them for all of the time we'd spent. I would put them in the closet and hold onto them, intending to revisit them down the line.
In the past, I revisited them. I took them out of the closet, hooked them back up, and started building up collections for them. I had over a thousand games. I had no social life, and became depressed and lonely. I blamed everyone for my depression because they no longer wanted to do the things we did, like sit in bedrooms and play video games for hours. I convinced myself that video games were what made me happy, not other people.
Something finally snapped, and I finally realized how crazy this is. How I'd been a depressed shut-in my whole life. I had developed hoarder's mentality in regards to game collecting, but nobody noticed because I kept them reasonably organized due to OCD. I realized that what I was doing was a result of a bad mental illness.
I decided to weed out my collection, and just keep a dozen or so games per system. I decided to keep the childhood stuff that I was emotionally attached to. Here's where the madness begins: I'd collected duplicates of stuff, and could not identify my childhood originals. And because I have OCD and don't want to keep duplicates, the thought that I might be giving up something that I grew up with is causing me severe distress, as if a family member I love might be being switched. It's making me feel sick to my stomach. I've had some of this stuff, like the Nintendo Entertainment System, for as long as I've lived. The thought of getting rid of it feels like putting down a pet that I've had since I was born!
I always grew attached to things. I would become distressed when my parents would remodel rooms and get rid of furniture I'd grown up with. I got sad when something broke or a part got changed out. I was obsessing over keeping my game systems exactly as they were in my childhood.
I was also an addict. If people weren't into video games, I wanted nothing to do with them. I thought that was my raison d'etere. I convinced myself that secluding myself in my room was making me happy.
I heard that getting attached to inanimate objects this way was a symptom of Asperger's. Does anyone else have stuff they get attached to this way? I'm going to therapy soon for this, among other things. I wish I had realized this, and dealt with this before now.