I was a very, very strange child. I could lie down and look into the carpet while rubbing my eyes on it in true autism fashion, I said anything that came to mind without inhibition. I sleepwalked and had very vivid dreams which my dumb ass would confuse with reality (still have "memories" that were actually dreams and never happened in reality) and often spun around in my sleep sometimes woke up under the bed etc basically had a lot of energy and very low understanding of the world as a kid.
It reached a point where my grandfather believed I had a paranormal sight, my grandfather was a very religious man from a simple village, he often asked me for lottery numbers which always turned out wrong and tried asking me roundabout questions to gain some sort of esoteric information. My parents did the same and had me going to a sort of daycare church for protestants to come closer to god and be rid of these obviously demonic night terrors and sleep disturbance (it couldn't possibly have anything to do with them watching horror movies while us kids sitting right next to them 8 years old peeking through our hands at The Exorcist and The Ring).
Still to this day my grandmother says "you who have the gift come look at this xyz" and she'll show some picture or talk about some dream or spoopy experience so to this day my family chooses to believe that I have paranormal magical powers rather then the more likely fact that I was an autistic spergy child that should have had actual discipline and routine and not just disciplinary beatings and a complete indifference otherwise.
Any other chosen ones, golden children, angel touched, gifted children or other truecels can relate to this or is it just my double digit IQ family?
It reached a point where my grandfather believed I had a paranormal sight, my grandfather was a very religious man from a simple village, he often asked me for lottery numbers which always turned out wrong and tried asking me roundabout questions to gain some sort of esoteric information. My parents did the same and had me going to a sort of daycare church for protestants to come closer to god and be rid of these obviously demonic night terrors and sleep disturbance (it couldn't possibly have anything to do with them watching horror movies while us kids sitting right next to them 8 years old peeking through our hands at The Exorcist and The Ring).
Still to this day my grandmother says "you who have the gift come look at this xyz" and she'll show some picture or talk about some dream or spoopy experience so to this day my family chooses to believe that I have paranormal magical powers rather then the more likely fact that I was an autistic spergy child that should have had actual discipline and routine and not just disciplinary beatings and a complete indifference otherwise.
Any other chosen ones, golden children, angel touched, gifted children or other truecels can relate to this or is it just my double digit IQ family?
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My grandmother thought i was autistic because as a child i would always stare at a fixed point for hours while i was immersed in thought
