My childhood and adolescence was filled with daydreaming. It was a coping strategy, when books could not soothe my loneliness. I had no close friends and longed to connect with someone. The only way, I knew how, was to create fantasy worlds. They were more realistic than dreamy, but it fulfilled my need. As, I got older my daydreaming declined. Sometimes, I still have a really good daydream, though.

I just read up on maladaptive daydreaming and saw some traits in me. Sometimes, I would rock back and forth when daydreaming. It kept my mind focused.