I am one of those people who has been [enjoying] my maladaptive daydreams since I was old enough to have conscious thought. This means since I was maybe as young as three years old. At that young age, having “thoughts” was not so scary. In fact, not much is when you’re a toddler. Soiling diapers, crying in your mother’s arms – these are all things that a little child doesn’t self-criticize.
However, as I got older, I started to feel a bit of shame for my daydreams. Even as a child, I…
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