I believe here is probably the best place to explain this, so here goes.
I will say now that I concider myself an empath, a clairaudient, and a few other things. Although I am now fully capable of explaining these things to someone who does not understand, a few years ago, I was not. When I was younger, I had a rather good friend whose mother (unbeknownst to me at the time) was a psychologist. I was over at her house playing and for whatever reason, her mother decided that she wanted to , I suppose, "check up" on her daughter's friend. (Now, I do not blame the woman at all. If I was a mother, I imagine I would be just as concerned for my daughter's welfare as I believe she was. I suppose I would have done much the same thing if worried my daughter had friends who could be concidered insane.)
After, for lack of better term, psychoanalyzing my 8 or 9 year old self, she suggested that I go and talk to a psychologist such as herself. When I asked her why, she said that I would be very interesting for someone to get to know. I shrugged it off as a normal child would and went home.
Fast forward a couple of years to my 13 year old self. I had always been concidered a "morbid" child with "twisted interests", but that's just who I am. I have always been attracted to the odd, the bizarre, yes even the morbid. One day while in the 6th grade, my teacher asked me a question to which I responded with a customary "me" response (i.e. something with a very dark theme which I thought was funny). My teacher told me that I needed to see her after class, so I did. When she asked me why I responded the way I did, I told her that it was the first thing that came to mind. She decided that I was going to need to "see someone about this" and set me up an appointment with a guidence councillor.
Well after this, I was psychoanalyzed again and was told that I was a highly functioning schizophrenic. (Granted, this was by a guidence councillor and not a psychologist.) I ended up transfering out of that school district because of many reasons, but one that always stuck in my mind was the fact that they thought I was insane. I most honestly am not. Yes, I have some strange things about me, and yes, I will admit, not all of them can be grouped under a term I have yet come across. However, I am extremely self sufficient and can sustain myself just as well (if not better) than other adults I know.
I am truly sorry for the length of this message, I know it's a lot to read, but I just thought that this topic would be the right place to enter this. Very often I agree with the fact of medication ruining a large number of people. I'm not saying all cases, by any stretch. Believe me, I grew up with a bipolar grandmother and a mother with a strong chemical imbalance. However, I do not agree with most Western Culture that science is the only explanation for the mind behaving the way it does. (It may also be beneficial to mention that I was born an Indigo Child for those of you who know what that is.)
Okay, sorry, I'm done now.