Growing Up

When I first realized I was different was when my grandpa died. I was 8 years old and knew something was wrong with him even before my parents informed me of his blood cancer. After his passing I when to go visit my grandma with my mother and kept telling her grandpa was in the front yard, she just kept informing me he was dead. He may have been dead but he was in that front yard. He was sitting at a lawn table with a middle aged man who my mother insisted was also not there. When we left the house that day he was still outside and I remember him waving to me as I left.
As I grew older I remember being terrified to sleep in my room because I would see "people", I slept in my younger brothers room until I was 13. Now the "people" are gone but I still have those feelings that someone is in the room with me or something bad has happened. I am a senior in high school and I have never told anyone but close family about these things before. I found out I am an INFJ in one of my college classes I am taking.
It has shed a lot of light on my life and helped my family understand me more. I am highly sensitive and have been artsy for all my life. I am glad to know I'm not the only one out there who deals with these things and thinks like I do. It gets very frustrating growing up with no one understanding me.
AmandaJoChristine AmandaJoChristine
18-21, F
May 11, 2012