It took me a real long time to realize I have attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). Growing up, I had spent a lot of my time reading books and binge-watching TV and soap operas with my mom (or sneaking downstairs at night just to watch more TV).
Back then, I just thought it was fun to watch stories play out on screens and it was normal to imagine yourself in the plot.
Different time periods, fantasies, and dragons — why not? It was always fun and relaxing for me to imagine I existed in a whole other realm where none of my bullies would come after me and my very mundane, teenage, angsty problems could not find me.
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