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I've always been this way, but have been able to better recognize it in my adulthood. My earliest memory of sensing something was when I was in the first grade. Halfway through the school day I started freaking out and telling my teacher that my house was going to burn down and I needed to go home. She of course told me to go sit down, and before recess I continued to bug her, scared and insisting my house was going to catch on fire. She punished me by making me sit with my head down on the desk during recess.
Well, later I got off the bus and raced up the long dirt road that my house shared with only one other house. I could smell the smoke. Panicked & crying, I ran and ran until finally I came to the house just before mine, and saw that it had completely burned down. Both their house and their horse barn had literally burned to the ground. I remember it so vividly, everything was just black & wet. Firemen were everywhere and I ran passed the house and onto my house, which was not on fire at all. BUT: My mother was in the yard talking to two firemen who were saying that because of how close we were to that house, we were very close to catching on fire as well had they not gotten there when they did.
The most predominant feature of my sensitivity is my ability to read people. I can meet a stranger on the street and I know immediately what their deal is, whether they are trustworthy, if they have bad intents, etc. That was handy in high school, because I knew what kids not to hang out with or trust with a secret. In my 20's it was a fun bar game. I used to live in Brooklyn NY for a few years and would gather crowds by playing "tell me my story". They would say "tell me about me!" and I would proceed to tell perfect strangers their likes and dislikes, strengths and weakness, etc. They loved it. Sometimes I would sense something awful though, and it would get awkward and I would suddenly decide I don't want to play that game anymore tonight.
My father owns a garage and small car dealership and a few years ago, he had a mystery thief that would find their way in and steal things from him, tools, a computer, etc. Many people had a key, so he had no idea who would be stealing from him. I told him from the very beginning that it was Joe, a guy who was doing drywall on an addition there. He asked me how I know, and I tried to explain that I "just know". Well, that wasn't good enough, and my dad continued to get stolen from for the next year before he finally invested in a hidden camera to catch the person. Needless to say, it was Joe. To this day my dad says "I don't understand how you knew, he seemed like such a nice guy". I don't know how I knew either, I just did.
One other thing I'll mention: I get physically ill anytime I'm around a person with cancer. It took me a very long time to figure this out, but occasionally I would come in close contact with a person and the sickest, most ill feeling would wash over me. No sickness I've had can compare to this feeling. Finally through chance and repetition, I somehow learned that some of these people had cancer. Then, by carefully moving the conversation to health topics when I felt this way around a person, sure enough, I would learn they had cancer. One time I met a lady waiting for a bus outside a
Walmart, and I felt that sick feeling with her. We got chatting, and she didn't ever mention having cancer. I went home and cried because I suspect that she had it but did not know it yet.
Okay, I need to shut up before people here start thinking I'm a lunatic, lol. Oh, and you asked about my family members. I have one aunt on my father's side that I am extremely close with, and she has it too. It's interesting, because she is a Jehovah's Witness and they don't believe in ANYTHING paranormal at all. And yet, she has this gift and senses things all the time. If I'm sick or upset, she'll call out of the blue and ask what's wrong, etc. When I bought my new house she told me over the phone what color every room was painted and she was dead on. And yet she "doesn't believe in that stuff", lol. Talk about a conflict within one's self, right?
