I can relate—when I was a kid, I belly-crawled to the end of the hall to listen to my mom say nice things about me to her friends on the phone. In real life, she was verbally and physically abusive. I used to fantasize about being in the hospital because doctors and nurses seemed so nice, and I desperately needed that. Even if she was nice, she would often explode at the smallest thing that usually wasn’t even my fault. I couldn’t even count on a nice birthday.

I notice it too as an adult when someone is being nice or paying attention.

I haven’t done anything though for it. I’m pretty withdrawn most of the time, but when hypo...that’s a whole other problem! I don’t know if that counts, but I’ve def had attention-seeking behavior at that time.