This follows on from my post Food Intolerance Not a Thing.
I was always a solitary child, living in the land of faerie. Was it easier to live in an imaginary world than face the painful mocking reality of a physical one?
I do know I learned to disassociate from my body at a very early age. I taught myself breathing techniques to put the gut pain ‘on a shelf’. By age twelve, I practiced formal meditation techniques. By early adulthood I could ‘leave my body’ within seconds.
Did I live in the land of faerie because of my body, or did my innate imagination help me cope with my body?