Being Otherkin With Maladaptive Daydreaming Is On Another Level

Sometimes I forget I have a mortal body because what do you mean I can't heal people anymore? Wdym I can't bless them? Wdym I can't watch over them and protect them and make them feel safe & keep them away from harm? Wdym I can't fly, use chronokinesis, shapeshift, preen my wings, care for those of my kind, actively serve my beloved deities, use my voice to sing and soothe people—

Well I started seeing myself as a angel like you suggested, and now I feel better with your reassuring post!! I am excited to see further in my journey as a angelic being and finally not just a boring human whose only last purpose is dying :3 (not making fun of y’all humans, i still love some and a lot are cute and nice)

And I have a question, just out of curiosity because I love seeing winged other kin talk about their phantom wings like idk something is just so whimsical that you feel this.. How does IT generally feels ? When you lay on your back in your bed or simply leaning against a wall, does you sometimes accidentally feels them?

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Ooh I never thought about describing that, but sensing my wings is one of the things that make me the happiest!!

Basically, for me, my body isn't made of flesh and bone - I describe myself as a "being of light" 99% of the time. I remember my wings being feathered in "shape", but they also feel very, very light. I have at least a pair of "traditional" wings on my back, but the ones that are most noticeable are the ones under my "arms" - I don't really know how to explain it, sometimes I have trouble recalling how they actually look like. My real form has two arm-like limbs, and wings that are an extention of them. They aren't big compared to the ones on my back; they're just there.

They are one with my body - I'm aware that they're there, and they aren't numb, but there's no muscle or tissue to them. They feel warm, though.

If I ever start feeling them while I'm lying on my back, they don't really hurt or anything - but it's uncomfortable because they take up too much space, so that's why falling asleep become pretty hard lol. If they brush against something like a wall, I noticed it kind of tickles. And as for when i sit down, it's not really a problem, I can just tuck them in and they dont really get sore at all.

Generally speaking, they don't add any extra weight on my body.. but the ones under my arm can feel uncomfortable and weird, and even when they don't, they still get in the way a lot for obvious reasons. But I ignore that!!! Species euphoria >>>>> not being able to rest my arm on a table, am I right?

Not to complain about trivial human matters but like. I'm just a creature.. I wasn't created to worry about tomorrow's physics test, or to cry about the fact that my classmates heavily dislike me 🤨 something is clearly wrong here

Currently missing the god i served in my original form. It basically gave me a home, It gave me a purpose without ever making me feel pressured to do anything to earn Its love

Sometimes I like going on pinterest and looking up all kinds of divine-like beings/images, because seeing those who look like It gives me comfort 💔

This was basically what It looked like or at least how i remember It. Most of the other pictures that truly resembled It were AI, so these are some of the most accurate pics, and they give me SO MUCH nostalgia. I feel like I'm currently not doing enough to respect It as It deserves, so I'll probably post about It more often from now on

I could try to stop my species dysphoria by just pretending that everybody around me is a creature pretending to be human.

And

Maybe if I win I'll get my wings back as a reward

Getting signs and responses from my Gods is the best feeling

I am way too aware of the fact that I can't use my wings to just go home BECAUSE THIS BODY IS TOO HEAVY. LET ME BEEEEE

I just want to go home :(

like I just wanna flap my wings and take off- why can't I do that??? I'm supposed to have wings and fly around like wtf dude where are my wings?????

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

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Let's have some love for the angels that weren't holy.

Let's have some love for the angels that fell.

Let's have some love for the angels that questioned things.

Let's have some love for angels that don't fall into the human definition of "good".

Let's have some love for the angels that hated their jobs.

Let's have some love for the angels that didn't look like a stereotypical angel.

Let's have some love for the angels that longed to be human.

Let's have some love for the angels that felt like they should be damned instead.

Let's have some love for the angels that broke rules.

Let's have some love for the angels that don't fit with the "be not afraid" and scared the shit out of people on purpose.

Let's have some love for the angels that were friends with demons.

Let's have some love for the angels.

Contributing to the meme