In my mid-teens I wrote a story, which was fantastical, but the main character was very much based on myself, except a lot older. I gave the story to my aunt to read. My aunt either was a psychology student or had somewhat recently graduated. She criticized the writing of the main character as unrealistic, because it's unlikely that a person could remain so helpless, submissive, etc. I guess maybe she saw that I was writing myself and wanted to encourage me... But, here I am, more than a decade later. And in many respects I've turned out exactly the way I predicted. Aside from supernatural powers... You could say it's self-fulfilling prophecy, but I sure didn't want to be this way, nor have I really thought about this story more than as a piece of fiction. I mean, it still is just that, but I think it's remarkable how right I was, compared to my aunt (at least according to her words)... I guess, though, I'm supposed to know myself better than an aunt that I'd see once in a couple of years.