If your walls could talk what would they say? The walls of my childhood bedrooms would tell a story of a seemingly normal boy, regular life, loving family, but he partook in an odd ritual. He had no other mental problems, was happy, had friends but still - did this one weird thing. This is my story on Maladaptive Daydreaming (MD) and how I have been engaging in it for twenty years, to different degrees. I will post this in various forums dealing with the subject and I hope it brings new…