I used to engage in a totally different kind of magical thinking. I would imagine that I lived in the top room of a castle with a cat and a doll, and I had a really pretty dress and pretty face. I would sit in the car or my room and not communicate with anyone because I was in my own little world. Sometimes I would imagine that the castle was on the beach and I would play with my brother and we would never get in trouble, and my brother would not abuse me either.

I don't do that anymore, but it made me feel better anyway. Actually, I would like to regain the ability to do that.