It was worse when I was younger because I didn't hide as much when I daydreamed. I also didn't control as how often I went into my own little worlds. I started around age 6. I remember doing it on the playground. I would hold my hands in a certain tight kind of way if I didn't have an object. I played alone. I was shy.
I remember my mom getting mad at me one day and asked if I was cold and why my arms were twisted upon my chest with my hands enclosed. I was really embarrased. I wasn't cold. One time she even asked if I was talking to myself. i was around 11 then. I knew I couldn't tell her, she'd think I was crazy.
I was probably 17 when I told my little brother, around 12 about it. He later told everyone at the dinner table that night and I just wanted to die. I was so mad at him.
My sisters when ask why I held onto barbies so tight and sqeezed them and even would mock what I did and I felt so ashamed. I never told them the truth I just say i get excited. And I like barbies. I'm glad I'm able to control who I do it around now that I'm older.
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