We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yes, you do have one of those psychobabble things.
Your inner child is selfish, self-centered, greedy, jealous, envious, angry, spiteful, grudge-bearing, hyper-sensitive; feels deprived, entitled, fearful, passive-aggressive, and often destructive. It's a nasty thing and results in misery (for others) in life.
My general advice is to avoid being "in touch with" one's inner child as much as possible. Reaching down and finding one's inner adult is a much better plan.
The inner child sounds like the id, "the one who frolics". Certainly our sense of entitlement, our urge for immediate gratification, our various drives for pleasure must be moderated. But pretending they don't exist would be very Vulcan of one -- and when a Vulcan blows, look out. And actually not having an inner child might make us all automatons: having the means of pleasure but losing the experience. There seems to me to be no point to prosperity without enjoyment.
Perhaps our inner children are like our outer children: to be enjoyed but surely to be managed.