In fifth grade or so, I wished I could do it for hours at a time. Being mentally present was exhausting. I could only do it for ten-fifteen minutes at a time, though. I got better and it became my escape for the rest of school – even at uni, when it might have been more practical to just stay present and listen even though I knew at least the beginning of the lecture.
But then, I have daydreamed my whole life. Literally. When I was four I made up stories in my head and imagined them happen. They were not entirely coherent and in retrospect very much based on stories I already knew. It seems to be a good substitute for physical stimming, which I was never allowed to do. So mental stimming.
But then, I have daydreamed my whole life. Literally. When I was four I made up stories in my head and imagined them happen. They were not entirely coherent and in retrospect very much based on stories I already knew. It seems to be a good substitute for physical stimming, which I was never allowed to do. So mental stimming.