There has always been a psychic bloodline on my mom’s side, it has usually been the oldest child in each generation but in this generation we have three. My grandparents had three children my mom the oldest, her brother (the psychic in that generation), and her little sister. They grew up in India where psychic abilities are accepted but not common and talked about. When my uncle’s abilities came to surface my grandparents had them tied off or transferred (they wont tell me how) well when they did that the very day his arm was chopped off (universe’s way of punishing him). Well he was fine they reattached his arm, and they all moved to Canada. I am the only granddaughter and the oldest grandchild on my maternal side. I was three the first time anything happened, there was a man walking around the park and no one else could see him. I could also predict things before they would happen I would casually say them and they would come to light. My parents ignored it even when it scared the hell out of them they ignored it they thought it would go away but it kept developing and developing. The thing with my family we are a supernatural hot spot (I am honestly not kidding I wish I was). I was sleepwalking, talking to people that weren’t there, predicting things that had not happened and astral traveling at the age of 8. When I was 9 we went to India for the first time, my parents took me to a priest of some sorts. He was gifted as well, he told my parents that I was the strongest psychic he had ever seen since our family had been stopping the power at a young age and mine had been allowed to develop so long, he wanted me to stay and develop my abilities in India and become his disciple, however my parents were terrified of this truly and absolutely terrified they didn’t want this life for me so they did what every member of my family has done so far and tied off my abilities. Well history repeated itself I got really really sick almost to the point of death and remained in the always state of sick until 15. The priest said there is no way for what he did to stay permanent that they would have to come back. You know when your inside your house you may not see what is going on, but you can hear it and feel it. Well my family being the psychic hot spot it is, my uncle on my father side is a black shamian, (the sacrificing animal kind, we don’t communicate with him). He “hexed ” (he attached sprits to her aura there is a huge explanation but this message is already really long so we are just using the word hexed for now) he attached my mom’s dead best friend that died in childbirth, and two other women to her. Indian magic or psychic are a little different than most. Well the crack in the shaiman’s tie job were forming then, things began to change I was seeing things, hearing things again but what I saw terrified me they were feeding of my mother. We will ignore how I helped her and move on to now (she is fine now by the way). My powers are ancestral they go very far back but in our bloodline there were few fully fledged psychics before and the one common denominator was they reached their full potential at eighteen. My parents found out after the whole ordeal with my mother that I was changed, so they wanted to go back to India, but I didn’t want to so I fought it and made up random excuse for school. However they were adamant on me going down this path and they made the decision for me and they went to India 3months before my eighteenth birthday (May 31) and did it. I woke up that night in Canada screaming I felt like someone had stabbed me and was sitting on my chest. I called them right then and they were still at the priest and he wanted to talk to me (I didn’t). I was an amazing student in school my grades were 90s and 100s and they plummeted, my health deteriorated, everything fell down the hole. It feels like there is a glass box surrounding me and everything is banging on that glass it is so loud, it’s deafening. My parents did what they thought was best in their view they didn’t care what I wanted. But now I am capable of making my own decisions, and don’t agree with what they did and I don’t know how to go back to what was once before. They don’t understand that these abilities are apart of me and it feels like I lost a part of me and I can’t recover from it no matter how hard I try. It feels like everything is slipping what mattered before doesn’t anymore; I just want to drop everything and go strangle the damn priest in India. So any insight on how I can reverse what my parents done.