This troper is a major Otaku with Hikikomori signs, and psychologically troubled. She hates the fact that she fits the "Otaku are psychopathic freaks" stereotype, but she only comes out for school, and the occasional visit with family/friends. She also has trust issues, OCD, hates everyone in her school, and is deathly afraid of drugs/alcohol/smokes.

I live right in the middle of nowhere in Sweden. Friday night out means the possibly of catching pnemounia or the very small possibilty of bumping into a moose. Needs alot of space between himself and others. Mostly stares blankly at people when talking or being talked too. Watches more internet porn than what is healthy(japanese mostly coincidentally). But is a pretty mild example I guess.

Me and my mate, since 1998. People think we are creepy.

And rightfully so. Yes, yes you are.

I recently became one in college. I sleep for most of the morning and, when awake, stay in my dorm all day and sometimes go out to eat, the restroom, therapy, and D&D. This has gone on for about two weeks now. It seems that I am suffering from depression or something similar and don't want to deal with my classes. I also came to the realization that I stopped wanting to live at around 18, and that doesn't necessarily mean wanting to commit suicide. I guess being a {{Hikikomori}} is my definition of being a zombie or slowly dying. I'm starting to get help now, since some part of me wants to live and do well in the classes I'm still in.

AlsoSprachOdin is a low-grade {{Hikikomori}}. Apparently, unlike Japanese people, I have to actually go outside of my room/apartment (it's quite small) every three or four days to buy food. Otherwise I stay inside. I have for about four months now. I've done this before, only it was a lot funnier that time. Same old academic failure story. I don't talk to others unless I absolutely can't avoid it. No economic support from my parents, because they don't have any money (I live in Denmark, free education). Absolutely hate my mother for taking what little money I had managed to save over the years. Hate myself more for pissing away every opportunity I get. Thought I might as well make the best of it, and thus this entry. Next on my to-do-list: 'Try again... and try not to fuck up. Again.'

This troper is an English doppelgänger of you. Right down to my mother being bad with money.

I'd personally consider myself a high-grade case, though I'm getting better. For five years after turning fifteen, I've been living in my room, and rarely going out for anything other than one-hour-a-week meetings with my teachers, and, after dropping out of school, seeing my therapist. This happened after literally years and years of problems with school, and I'm only now, at twenty, trying to get a GED and go back to try starting over with college. Also, for anyone currently in this situation, be careful -- being alone for so long, even if you're not unhappy at the time, can ''really'' mess you up. Be careful you don't go for so long that you can't find your way back.

My parents seem to think I do nothing but stay in the computer room, which isn't ''quite'' true. I do actually go out more than my sister does, but because she has a laptop, she's downstairs most of the time, so they actaully see her more. So even though I regularly go for walks and enjoy the great outdoors, I appear to be more of a shut-in than my sister who only really goes out to see friends and do school stuff. Wait...what?

This Troper spends most of his time on his computer, and actively avoids personal social interaction and going outside. His parents once thought that he had cabin fever because of this.

This Troper had an extreme case in her young teens. I’m defiantly not boasting about it! Because of bullying I literally locked myself in my room, however, after two years (I still ate), I finally began to leave it after I realised my breathing had weakened, the walls began getting smaller (due to paranoia) and eventually I actually began to cry spontaneously. My parents did their best and I did occasionally go out but if it wasn’t for them, my neighbour (whose like my second grandmother) and other close family, I’d probably be much worse. We redecorated and did some serious DIY to made my room brighter and more for how I am now, rather than who I was then.

This Troper's agoraphobic, so this trope describes me rather well. Although, I'm slowly getting better.

I'm also agoraphobic, to an intense degree. I have chronic, severe PTSD due to early chilhood abuse, and I frequently have panic attacks and flashbacks. I work from home because being out in the world is too terrifying for me. Interacting with too many people is hard for me. I sometimes feel like a complete shut-in loser, but this is the only way I can stand to live.

ThisTroper, ever since discovering this wiki.

This troper, for quite a few years now. She is currently seeking online employment to save up the money to move to (place name removed!), where she does not necessarily intend on de-hikki-ing...

This Troper wasn't aware of it for a long time, but when he looked back on his life, he realized that it was incredibly likely that the majority of his life has been spent indoors. He goes out every now and again, but he tires of people quickly, and feels extremely uncomfortable in unfamiliar locations, especially when alone (as in, when the only people around are strangers). He feels safest in his room, sitting in the large chair in front of his computer.

This troper has a fairly high-grade case. After dropping out of school due to bullying-induced agoraphobia, she has spent the last few years nocturnally glued to her computer and other amusements, while going outside maybe once a month at most. And generally, it's at night. Those screams of 'oh my god the sun it hurts' are ''real''. She's become photosensitive.

Same here, except I go out a bit more than that. :)

This troper developed an anxiety disorder during her first semester of college and had to drop out as she was unable to cope with it. She then went back home and pretty much stayed in her room,curled up in the closet with her computer, barely ever leaving the house until her mother saw what was wrong and forced her to go to therapy. She is slowly getting better.

This troper used to be a minor one, but has been getting better since she moved. It got to the point where she only left the house if she went to school or to a friend's house, said friend living a block away. Oddly, it wasn't because she hated being outside (it partly had to do with that but not a huge role), but mainly for the fact that she didn't have a ''reason'' to go outside.

This troper, but not exactly by choice. My parents moved me to the middle of buttfuck nowhere. I do not have a driver's license. I'm still trying to get a job. And when I get one, I'm buying a camper van and a plug and play portable modem and hitting the road.

Not one myself but this was largely the reason I found dating my first girlfriend difficult. The poor girl never wanted to go anywhere! I took her to a movie and my house but that was it. Sitting in a living room you've only been in once surrounded by your courtship's family isn't exactly romantic. As one who's been off the beaten path when it comes to vacations and life, it became increasingly difficult to be with someone who appeared so chipper and outgoing, yet wanted absolutely nothing to do with anything beyond her little bubble of existence. Then she broke up with me . . . via text message. Yeah it's as sad as it sounds.

After being repeatedly dehumanized, backstabbed, assaulted physically and emotionally, treated as an obstacle, treated like trash for the most petty of reasons, and not being believed by most adults who were charged to protect and help me, this troper became one willingly. However, upon reading the article and hearing horror stories from mom's Japanese friend, I'm nowhere near Hikikomori level. I still go to school, I have a job that requires me talking to people (And despite disliking the stupid customers wouldn't just quit), still go out to eat and shop by myself, etc. Mom's japanese friend, however, has a few horror stories about this, though. I think this can also fit under AdultsAreUseless, too.

Her nephew by marriage became one when trying to study for exams. He didn't know he had a problem, and he too seemed surprised when his parents banged down the door to the apartment they were paying for because he ''literally'' missed Christmas, New Years, and his grandparents' birthdays and they thought he committed suicide. Given that this was apparently four months apart...why didn't they do anything sooner? I dunno why, I'm just telling all of the details I remember; maybe he eMailed them and they thought he was okay. *shrugs* I know that if that was me there, my parents would be worried by Christmas.

Another one was something that happened to a family friend, or their kid. I swear I could possibly be a real-like {{Expy}} of them if you look at the meta-concepts. (Someone who always seemed to be singled out, tortured in school, had glasses, adults didn't believe him until it was too late, etc) So this happened in TheEighties, but when he went to school, the kids singled him out and bullied him (in ways worse than I was) and had done stuff like vandalise his property, and even some of his ''teachers'' seemed to treat him like shit. Reasons? He was half Filipino and ''wore glasses''. News, though: As I recall her saying, some other kids were getting bullied by the teachers as well and the administration actually ''did'' intervene and fired the offending teachers. Then when his parents enrolled him in a nearby Cram School at a young age so he'd get into a good school, he had the worst first day ever. He was walking home and almost got run over by a drunk driver, then a couple months later, someone tried to mug him. (I guess maybe the cram school was close enough he could walk home.) Naturally, he was ''mortified'' to go to Cram School from then on. So after he graduated high school, he holed himself up and said that everyone was trying to kill him. More good news though, according to mom's friend, the kid had a ''very'' nice extended family and a ''VERY'' nice girl in his life and they got help after several really bad incidents. (I don't remember these incidents but I imagine the dude might have had panic attacks.)

This Troper is on the verge of becoming one. She's usually a fairly good student and she has a small group of friends that she likes to play D&D and other TabletopGames with, and usually her unwillingness to leave the house is overridden by her desire to do well in school and play tabletop games... but every so often she'll get bogged down with homework or pushed into an overstimulating situation, and then when she goes home she will shut herself up in her room for hours. To date she has resorted to barricading her door (there's no lock) twice. It's even worse up at her family's cabin... if her stepcousins and stepgrandparents come over, she has to sleep in a (large) closet. Said closet has a lock. If she is getting overstimulated by the kids, she will go into the closet, lock the door, and not come out.

I'd just like to thank you all for all the newspapers I've stolen from you. Leave it outside for two days and it's fair game!

This This troper was like this in college, specifically his freshmen year... thankfully discovered this thing called "friends" his sophomore year...

This troper suffers from this quite badly. I'm lousy at making friends without the Internet as a social enabler, FailureIsTheOnlyOption for my efforts to find a job and I've fought a long battle with depression. The good news is that I'm averting ThereIsNoTherapists, and I'm now in a home environment where someone is around to pull me out of whatever hole I'm hiding in and get me some help.

This troper only leaves the house to go to school and to buy his games. Not exactly depressed though.

Two words: Senior Project. A month-long sabbatical where you don't have to go to school, but you do have to work on an intense self-regulated academic project, the most rigorous schoolwork any of us has done before. If this troper didn't have to work on Saturdays, she wouldn't leave the house at all.

Frankly, I've gone through phases where I started drifting in the direction of becoming a Hikikomori. After doing some research on how much it messes you up, though, I'm making a conscious decision to get out more and hang with my friends. Besides, I can't be a famous writer if I'm locked up in my house going insane, can I?

This Troper has been one of these for about 7 years. She only ever leaves the house to go to work. Most of her spare time is spent on the computer, playing video games, or reading. It drives her parents insane.

This Troper shares the same destiny with you, but it's just completing his 1st year like that, and his parents aren't aware of that OR doesn't care that much.

This troper went through a particularly rough period her freshman year of high school, and would not willingly leave the house for nearly five months. It might have lasted longer, if not for a HangingJudge that threatened to send me away. It took several more years and switching several doctors before I was finally diagnosed with an acute case of Anxiety Disorder and agoraphobia. A healthy combination of therapy, medication, family support, and awesome friends have slowly helped me become more willing to leave my room.

But, really, people, why are all of you so glad to tell us about your psychological problems??

Who says we are? Troper Tales is for venting as well as celebrating. No like, no read.

I might be somewhat like this, except I go out to visit friends sometimes. I spend most of my free time in my room on my computer, or gaming on my Wii or DS.

I was a low-grade version of this throughout my 8th grade year. A few months before 7th grade ended, I went in to homeschooling. I very rarely left the house for social reasons (I had art lessons and I've always had piano lessons, I had to visit my extended family every once in a while, my parents took me out to eat once in a while...) and I had no friends. I had been completely miserable throughout 7th grade (plus the very end of 6th grade), so I took on this state of being to recover. I went back to public school in 9th grade, and made friends astonishingly fast. It still took a while to stop being so gloomy, but I'm much, much better off these days than I used to be.

This tropette. Full stop. I pretty much NEVER go out, unless absolutely necessary (like school). I don't really want to go outside, either. Ever.

"i beccame on because dady tol m 2 i lov him he teh best ill do anythin tp holp him i <3 yo dady :):):):):)"

Thats literally what my 17-year-old cos was going to write for this trope. She's in a pysciatric ward right now for schizophrenia and VERY severe child abuse and brain washing. It got to a point where she nearly killed me because her dad told her to...

I know this sounds stupid over the net, but I really hopes she gets better. God knows nobody deserves to suffer through something like that.

Seconded. Group hug!

This troper's had... let's just say "issues" with Mood Stability (we're currently not on speaking terms), so her first year of university, she went through her usual bouts of mania, tried to notate the entirety of ''Sherwood's Physiology textbook'', and ''Cecil's guide to Internal Medicine''. This was, in hindsight, probably a mistake. She had a small nervous breakdown, and reverted to living in her bedroom for prolonged periods of time writing sci-fi novels and stories of very low quality and large quantity (seriously, if anyone ever reads one of those things, I ''will'' spend the next forty years of my life creating a timemachine so I can go back in time to prevent that happening, even if it ''does'' result in an unstable timeloop because I'd then have no causative reason to invent a timemachine to go back into the past to stop someone...er... wait...). In the three or so years since then she's lived the low-key version of this trope, only going out when absolutely necessary, and living vicariously through some sort of simulated reality. She is, however, willing to discuss payment or blood ritual trade with any deities that will allow her to finish her degree ''without'' having to leave the comfort zone of her laptop... Any takers?

This troper's oldest aunt somewhat became this after her husband passed away.

This troper has trouble leaving the house unaccompanied after living with her ex boyfriend who beat her when she did so. However she's just fine if there's someone with her.

This troper has trouble going out of the house for any non-academic reasons (essentially school and extra-curriculars), and thus can't keep friends that she doesn't see at school, hates any form of social interaction, and is dreading asking her best friends (the only two real friends she has) to go to Harry Potter with her at the opening.

What? Why?!?