I can remember the day we moved into our new house very well, it was the day I encountered my third spirit. Having lived with two spirits previously and finally my parents feeling as if I could return to normality, they slowly realized that normality was far away for me.
I think my parents must have felt guilty in some way, they had three daughters and one of them had the ability to speak to spirits. My child life was not normal, other kids thought I was strange not many of them wanted to play with me, being a child I did not realize fully what was a spirit and what was a person, I knew that other kids could not see them but I did not think "oh they must be spirits".
It was not until I met my year 4 teacher Mr Luke, he helped me in many ways, he taught me how to tell what was a spirit. He also told me I did not have to talk to all of them. I made some friends after my 4th year at school. Primary school was ok after this; I tried to keep the spirit life separate when with friends. Other kids new I was different they still remembered that I use to talk to myself (They could not grasp the idea of something been there that they could not see).
When I started secondary school the first year was fine, I met another girl with special gifts she was an indigo child, I enjoyed her company, we became very close. It became very noticeable that my friend and I where some what different to every one else at our school. We started to get severely bullied and the people I went to primary school with started to tell everyone that I talked to the dead.
People would make my life hell, they spat on me, chucked chewy in my hair, waited for me to leave school so they could attack me. My friend went through the same thing, only she blamed me she slowly stopped talking to me. I was alone again and more frightened then ever.
My sister started the same school as me but she was embarrassed and ashamed, she joined the rest of them and bullied me, she told them stories of how I would sit in my room and talk to the dead. I hate how they say it, I talked to the dead. They are not there more alive then most people. I eventually learned how to deal with the constant name calling and blocked it out as much as I could.
When I reached the end of school, I hated my gift, my talent and every thing about myself. My parents did not know what to do they had sent me every where but no one could help. My parents eventually decided to move away from the area I was living in so I could start a fresh they said. My sisters started to except me, but my family wanted me to try and pretend to be normal, I wanted to please them so I did I pretended to be normal not talking to spirits when they where around or when my friends where around. I realized after two years I could not carry on been someone I am not.
I finally told my family if they could not accept me for who I was then I could not be around them. I met a Boy who knew everything to this day I am still with him, he accepts me and feels I am special, he understands but he still feels a little disbelief which is fine, some people have to see to believe. I am glad to say that my life has been happy, I am 22 and starting to enjoy life, I hope it continues to be.
I am writing this for all of the children parents teenagers and adults who have had a similar experience through out life there is light at the end of the tunnel. If you area parent reading this with a child that has a special gift, please nurture them do not let them feel that there alone. If you are a teenager and feel alone just remember you are not the only one. I hope this helps some people. I shall carry on writing about my spiritual encounters for all to read. I feel my experiences should be marked somewhere.
Thanks for reading Sam