I think I've said this before but no one is out there making a pretty penny off of childrens book or parenting books that revolve around children of my variety. I mean sure there's "Heather Has Two Mommies" and books for little tykes with disabilities. but for me there was nothing. I had the ranting of my Grandmother, the warnings and fearful glances from my mother, but for me there was just a hell of a learning curve.
I'm 18 these days. All grown up most would say. I go to college and everything ( everything except drive that is but shut up, Im working on it). The inner struggle now has a vocabulary and a root that I'm actively aware of. When i was a kid it was just tears and nightmares. There now seems to be a cliff I've been pushing my mother off of lately.
In her mind the struggle is over. It's done, she did it. She freaking raised a kid who was a Medium. Only, it's not. I've been neglected a culture that belongs to me. It's strange to think of someone having a culture that no one else in there family shares. But Psychics are not a new people or practice. There are cards and memorabilia that dates back to the renaissance. They had attire and beliefs and traditions. These days it's an over make uped woman at a carnival thats playing her part in an american tradition. But my point is that even THAT is apart of my culture.
I've been absolutely forbidden to play with ouija boards, so I'm not even going to bother trying to push that, but the other parts of my culture are just waiting around for me to take part in them. I have a culture of freak shows and classic crystal balls (even just for decoration), tarot cards and side show cultures.
All I'm saying is I'm old enough now to realise I don't fit in with normal people because I've got a culture of my own that already exist for me.
Freaks have culture.
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