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As a young child, I was captivated by any stories or movies that had anything to do with the supernatural. In this context, belief in the supernatural just made sense. At the time, it seemed obvious there were still many mysteries to be understood and explored. My stepfather, who was in my life from ages , was emotionally abusive.
A Vietnam War veteran, he dealt with his trauma by drinking. He was controlling, unhappy and unpredictable.
It made sense that I had adopted beliefs in supernatural powers. They created the hope that I could be special. My frequent daydreams about being taken aboard an alien spacecraft and whisked away to a foreign planet also made sense. In my mind, I could escape my situation and start a new life. As I got older, pursued graduate training in psychology, and adopted a more professional identity, I became more cynical and skeptical.
I wrote off a vast majority of my previous supernatural beliefs as wishful thinking. I looked at my own childhood fantasies as psychological attempts to escape or to feel powerful. I began reading magazines like The Skeptical Inquirer and Skeptic , which used critical thinking to debunk extraordinary claims.