Definitely maladaptive daydreaming. I’d assumed that everyone else also had a very active fantastical world going on in their heads too and it was only after I asked my mom what did she think about when listening to music & she said “the lyrics” or something like that, that I’d realized I was probably different.
Picking up dirt clods in the backyard before my dad mowed our 5 acres (they can get rocks. My sisters and I would compete to find the biggest ones. Other kids in the country would get involved and my dad made a thing of it.
When we moved to a smaller property in a new town, a friends dad said he was getting ready to mow and I asked my friend who was going to clear the clods.
That was the first time in my life I’ve genuinely felt stupid explaining something to another person.
Everyone in my house has always put on their socks after their jeans. Now I’m confused as to why you would do it before
I always thought panic attacks were totally normal to experience once a week and then I realized I have anxiety. (Don’t worry I have a therapist I’m good)
Tl;dr: As a child I thought it was normal to want to die and to have panic attacks every day
I’ve had very severe depression my whole life and anxiety issues that I didn’t resolve until recently, but I thought everything I experienced was normal as a child. I remember having my first major depressive episode when I was 3, where I had an about a week long breakdown because my hands were too small and weak to open a box, so my kid brain thought I would never be able to achieve as much as everyone else did and that I was worthless. When I reached school age, I had a panic attack every day because I was afraid I had forgotten my homework, and if I didn’t have my attack that day I thought I was being a slacker and would force myself to worry my over my homework so much until I had a panic attack. I just thought that I was a diligent student and wanted to be the best, but only until I started to learn more about mental health in middle school and high school did I realize that these things were not normal. I’m a little better now because I’m conscious of my feelings and don’t reinforce negative feelings anymore, but I still am an uncurable workaholic, to the point where I miss out on a lot of life because I work so much. It’s incredibly sad to ne that I lived in such misery for most of my conscious life, and I will have repercussions from it for my whole life.