Alright so I guess before I get into the current I should just say a few quick things about my past. My 'journey' into this started when I was about 3. We had just moved into a brand new house because my mother was expecting my younger brother. Now when we had originally looked at this house I loved every bit of it, except for one closet. My parents originally brushed it off as the whole monster in the closet phase it wasn't until about a month after we moved in that we started having 'issues'. Now I use this term lightly because this was the first house but not the last these things happened at.
Well I had been moved into my bedroom, the one with the closet I had a (as it is described by my mother) 'an unhealthy fear' of. Every night the closet door had to be shut, it was requirement if I was going to bed. One night apparently they didn't shut the door properly. I woke up and a woman was standing there. And she looked pissed! Being 3 I ran out of the room and straight to my parents.
The next day my mother went and made some inquiries about our house. As it was revealed an older woman had lived there until she got cancer, sent home to die her son took care of her. Before she had the cancer she was cruel or even down-right nasty to anyone and everyone, children baring the brunt of it. Well after she dies, her son remodeled the house so he could sell it. The remodeling included building a closet right where her death bed had been. Now after I saw her weird things began happening. Papers would end up under our solid oak entertainment center things being broken when no one was in the room and so on.
After that I only saw white orbs until one day when I was 10. About an hour before the attack on NYC happened I was suddenly hit with a onslaught of emotions. The strange things began happening again after that. My parents began their separation when I was 13 and I was sent to a psychiatrist, who was not very open when I described what I saw and what I felt. Her solution was to place me on Lexapro. That lasted about 18 months where nothing happened. Then I took myself off the pills, I wasn't myself on them even if I didn't have any visions.
About a year after that I started feeling other people's emotions. I didn't realize what I was doing until this past May. At prom I was nearly drunk on energy, it was after that when I noticed that I felt what other people were feeling but it took a lot of people at the time for anything to happen.
It's been five moths now and if anything everything's gotten stronger. I'll be sitting in class and if anyone gets nervous or jittery I can pinpoint them and I'm feeling it. Just earlier today I was sitting in between two people who were bored/nervous. I immediately knew what was going on and that last 20 minutes of class was pure torture, the inability to concentrate coupled with the sudden urge to escape was not good at all for me. If I'm hanging out with one of my best friends I need to have someone else there. My best friend has a mild form of ADHD which makes for two very insane girls if we don't have someone else there.
I'm almost 17 now and this is my final year of high school. If anyone has any advice for controlling it that would be so helpful.