I am coming to realize that my behaviors as a young child resembled that of cats in ways too numerous to call coincidence.
It is not simply that I was aloof, or even that I hated the idea of needing to work with other people for anything. It is that I would routinely hide in closets, hide under tables, crawl under beds, make little caverns out of the fold-out foam seat portions of the cheap couches and hide in those, hide under blankets -- wherever I could fit, I would sit, because the enclosed space comforted me. (Said to be a classic autistic thing, to seek to cut off excessive stimulation -- I didn't know that's what I was doing, but it did make me feel better.)
And even after growing out of that phase (literally, I couldn't fit anymore), I would still seek dark places to stalk through -- I still do. I feel much better being unseen, un-noticed, un-judged -- I hate it when people can immediately
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