Sorry if my writing sounds a little weird, I'm tired and a little bit sick.
Okay, so when I was little, I LOVED to play pretend. Well, most little kids do, but I REALLY loved it. It was pretty much the only thing I ever played, and I always took it to the next level.
Fast forward to age 10: I was misdiagnosed by a school counselor as having an "imaginational over-excitability disorder", but no one believed him because he was always diagnosing kids with serious disorders when there was nothing wrong with them. I told my mom that I was still a bit concerned, because I was starting to notice that the other kids spent most of their time in the real world and I didn't, but she told me not to worry. I still knew my imagination wasn't normal, though. However, I started to think that something was wrong with EVERYONE ELSE because they DIDN'T constantly fantasize. (I was kind of narcissistic at that age.) I never called my daydreams daydreams, I just called them "games".
Fast forward again to age 14: At this point I grew up and stopped being so impatient with people that didn't have as great of an imagination as me. I was looking on Yahoo Answers at some questions people asked about what age people should stop having imaginary friends at, because I was getting a little bit concerned about the fact that I was 14 and had all these imaginary characters, some of them left over from my early childhood. This one girl on Yahoo Answers said she was 16 and still had a bunch of imaginary friends, and she was asking if that was okay. One person in the answers said "Hey, that sounds like what I have. It's called maladaptive daydreaming, blah blah blah." I decided to look it up online. At first I was like "Ha! That's so stupid! That's probably not even real!" (This was probably due to my experience with the school counselor when I was 10. And I actually don't think whoever asked the question had it, what she was describing sounded totally different.) A few days later I decided that maybe I had been wrong and started to get curious about it. I looked maladaptive daydreaming up again and gradually something dawned on me. They didn't mean daydreams, they meant elaborate fantasy worlds. Where you can imagine every detail and the storyline just flows naturally. I realized that my "games" were daydreams. Funny how much, yet how little my life has changed since I discovered that 3 weeks ago.