As a child, I always used daydreaming and pretending I was in another life to cope with the nightmare of the childhood I was stuck within. Now I am regularly daydreaming. Every day. People are nice to me, kind to me, and love me in my daydream world. Just like they did in my childhood daydreams.
When completely alone, with no love, no-one who cares, daydreaming can be a necessary coping need.
I don’t expect most people to understand. I realise it would be considered ‘maladaptive’ by some. That is ‘their’ opinion, based upon ‘their’ own lives/life experiences and ‘their’ own needs. Not mine.
It works for me. It is my place of safety, where I can pretend I have all the interpersonal human necessities I don’t have in my real life.
‘Safe place visualisation’ was one of the coping strategies I learned in counselling at the beginning. I see my need to day dream, as an extended form of that. It helps me cope with this life I endure.