[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

The countless doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, researchers, and even priests all said I was “ just being a kid ” or “ making it up. ” My parents believed me to an extent, but eventually they believed I was lying. I couldn ’ t explain it – that was the main issue. I tried explaining it as a language, which, looking back, I now realize was a mistake. It wasn ’ t a language in the way we use language. It was more of an understanding. In this way, everything could “ talk. ” I understood colors, numbers, animals, nature, and even people, who were unaware of their ability to understand. 
 
 
 
 
 It ’ s like an aura. It ’ s colorful vibrations that could transmit thoughts and feelings, but not in the way we understand. That ’ s how I explained it at Show and Tell when I was in 1st grade. I remember bringing in a tree branch and a spider in a jar, and trying to explain how I could speak to them and they could speak to me. The teacher immediately referred me to the school psychologist. That ’ s when I began the process of getting tested, questioned, and observed. All the other kids laughed at me, called me crazy, and ostracized me. I was always remembered as the kid who could “ talk to things. ” I started to even doubt myself, but it never went away. I always felt it and could understand everything around me, and I knew that everything else could understand me. 
 
 
 
 
 I grew up without friends and usually isolated from most people, partly because of other ’ s views of me and partly because of my understanding of them. I was able to develop this language of understanding the world around me. I harnessed my ability and could use it. I could emit my emotions, thoughts, and desires to the world and could take in the same from everything around me. My favorite place to be was in nature with plants, animals, bugs, and water. It was peaceful and calming. Humans weren ’ t able to control what they were emitting, so it was often depressing. I began to be able to understand everyone ’ s condition. Many were unhappy, stressed, and hopeless. It was sad. I found nature comforting – an escape from the human world. 
 
 
 
 
 One day, I found Her. She understood me and I understood Her. She looked human, sounded human, and did everything like any other human. But She wasn ’ t human. I could tell. I understood. She understood too, and She knew that I could understand. Instantly, I knew everything about Her world. She emitted to it to me, but in a way different from my ability. She could emit more than emotions, thoughts, and desires. It was as if She had emitted Her entire being into me, so that I could understand Her and Her world. It was beautiful. It was peaceful. There was nothing bad, only good. It was a world where even darkness was light. I tried to mimic Her ability, but She understood I could not. She did it for me and took in my being. She understood me, understood my world. Her aura changed and Her emissions changed. I understood that something had changed Her. Then, She spoke, with a tinge of sadness and despair, “ What have you done? ” I understood. 

