My Daydreams

I started daydreaming early for similar reasons. My siblings are much older and my parents were very conservative early on. My imagination was my best friend. I still daydream and fantansize quite a bit :)

I totally agree with the daydreaming steming from optimism, survival tactic & can sometimes make me feel childish. I tend to solve some of my problems in a daydream, this takes place in the shower usually, but the pleasure of a vivid imagination is healthy mixed with a teaspoon of reality. : p

Sounds like your day dreaming definitely takes yoy away, can relate, you also mentioned it helps with your creativity, can relate to that also, finding that day dreams can take you to places you may never visit or could never happen but can be so enjoyable and at times restfull. Keep day dreaming and hope to read one of your stories in time

This thread made me reflect on my own loneliness. The elder of six siblings, my younger sister 5 years my junior. I always wondered why I were so shy, and maybe it's because I spent my first five years alone. My parents were really poor but showered me with lots of love. Nowadays I can interact with society but there are still times I daydream to escape. In my childhood I used to daydream a lot.

Your experience sounds a lot like mine. My parents were both mentally ill, and so growing up, I spent copious amounts of time by myself. The situation got worse when my mom got into an abusive relationship. I learned to daydream as a way of getting away from the painful reality of life, and it's a habit I've never been able to break.

I think i've always been a very free spirit in terms of imagination. I mean you've heard some of the things i've said! Some were completely crazy! I often still feel as though I don't really fit in with other people my age, I get frustrated when somebody's actions are hurtful and then the way that they try to cover themselves, makes me feel resentful of them. I don't want to feel resentful to people, but unknowingly people have really hurt me, and yet they just say a few words, and its magically fixed they think. Even for my wild imaginings, that is beyond delusional. Compassion is hard to give when people treat you like you are the most unimportant thing on the planet. P.S your still like a sister to me, one of the few people, I dont' feel the need to mother :P x

True that. I know what you mean by "Too optimistic for my own good" I'm like that at times, then pessimism springs from the fact that i'd been too optimistic. I'd call it idealism. Anyway, I can relate to parts of that, especially the parts about an isolated childhood - even with my siblings, I was the eldest and tried to initiate games and stories, but they were too young to understand the complexity of the games. You're not alone woman ^-^ One difference is that mine isn't a daydream, I get gut instinct that inspires things for me, I take real life and twist events and parts of dreams, to form some kind of alternate universe for my stories - hence why reality can seem really hard, and I find a lack of compassion in humanity.