I never really saw my daydreaming as a problem, per se. This has always been my sordid secret. Sometimes I'm not where my body is, that's the most I've every admitted to what I do. My husband doesn't even know, and we are so close.

Out of curiousity, and perhaps a bit of obsessive studying, I just googled about my fantasies and was brought to a phrase: maladaptive daydreaming. Now I can be a tad phobic about medical conditions, but this was the first time I ever had something…