This is a tick-off from a video I saw today. It was something on how intelligence is just a perceived linear understanding. So many of us miss feeling the connect, because we are different. But what that “different” is, cannot fit into a definition. It defies linearity and spans in many directions. I’ve felt that all through my growing up years, until I realized that I don’t need to fit in. Standing out actually feels better. But this realization is recent. Before that – there was confusion. A confusion that oscillates between the conforming, and the not of it.
However, for a someone going through this, to call it frustrating, would be an understatement.
Samina, a mother of a 17 year old frantically reached out to me seeking help for her daughter, Myra. She would face a barrage of hate, anger and a threat to jump off from the top of the building from her young and only daughter. She is a single parent, her husband having succumbed to an illness 4 years ago. She wanted a Past Life Regression for Myra, but that is another story.
As I listened in silence to the distress of this mother, she kept insisting that only I would be able to understand her daughter. I wonder, to this day, what convinced her so much.
Myra was different, for sure she was. Our conversation, from the word go, found its base in Outer space, UFOs, Energy, Science, Human Behaviour, Aliens and all that might lie out there. These are the thoughts that occupy her, and interestingly, mine too. While I had only wanted take a peek in her mind to understand what makes her so angry, I could picture her completely at a loss of things to speak about with her peers. She would not be able to relate to conversations about boyfriends and the girlfriends, swanky cars, mobile phones. This girl was far removed from all this. Fantastic in her studies, in a nerdy sort of a way, I could picture her by herself – wondering (or rather convinced) that something is wrong with her.
And with these conflicting emotions, she would come home to a very simple mother who was unable to fathom what ailed her daughter, only making the matters worse for both. Communication was at a stalemate. Imagine the aloneness of these two, who had not even shared a meal on the table ever since the passing away of the one man in their lives.
Myra and I spoke for a long time that day. It was one of the smoothest conversations that I have had with someone her age. Time just flew by in a jiffy! There was laughter and excitement, as she sensed that there was someone who finally understood her. And as we said goodbye, her words really touched me. She said, “Today is the first time when someone has heard me so patiently, without calling me a weirdo”.
Sometimes just a listening ear can do so much.
– Nidhie Saagar