Reply #4: I can empathize.........

[PDJane]

quite seriously.

I was probably the only clincally depressed two year old that you've ever met. My father was manic-depressive, a violent and unpleasant man. I swear that trying to figure out what was going to trigger his temper left me with the ability to figure out what people were going to do before they did! A head injury forcibly re-wired the brain architecture somewhat later in life, and that left me with synesthesia and the heightened ability to 'know' which way the cat was going to jump next...and left me with the ability to smell colours. Words are freighted with meaning, too....especially the written word. They actually have an aura, of sorts...I know that sounds strange. If I know the author, I can actually hear the words in the author's voice. I don't speak of it much; I am on disability, and it's not an issue. I'm not dealing with others on a regular basis, so it is what it is.

I am sorry that you have to deal with it, and if I can give you any advice or you just want to talk, that's what electronics are for.