how did know?

[Hazzard]

how did all of you come to find that your otherkin, vampires, elves, ect? i've always wondered how people find this kind of stuff out about themselves. did you always know? stories would be greatly appreciated.

[Mairi]

Most everyone will tell you that they always knew that there was something different about themselves. And I felt that same way almost right from the start of school. It was a feeling that no matter what I did I would never ever be like my classmates.

But it wasn't until much later, around 17, when I met another individual similar to myself that a name was put to who and what I was.

Most people read anything they can get their hands on, join egroups and message boards, record their thougths and feelings and their dreams and eventually all these things begin to make sense and sketch out a picture letting them know more about who they are.

Mairi

[WingedWolfPsion]

As far as vampirism, I developed those traits around age 14 or 15, and within a year or so I read a book entitled "True Tales of the Unknown: The Uninvited" which had a section about a real vamp who attended a Dark Shadows convention--this tipped me off to the fact that I was not becoming clinically insane, and I started hunting around. I found local vamps, and contacted others via a pen pal network. Some years later, after I acquired my first PC, I found a budding real vamp community on Prodigy Network, and a few BBSes.

Now, as for my therianthropy, I was aware of that from a very young age (my first diary entry, around age 9 or 10, starts off with "my soul is that of a wolf"), but didn't think to consider whether there might be other folks out there who were the same. Simply didn't occur to me.
I ran into the therian community accidently when a friend gave me the address for alt.horror.werewolves (a Usenet Newsgroup where the therian community first really formed). I was in my mid-20s then.

[Obscure Thoughts]

I was about 9 when I was first guided into my empathic abilities. Didn't fully click in to place until I was well into my teens, though. I was a slow waker. My older brother was thankfully there to help me out, and teach me basic sheilding techniques and the like. Helped that he's a psi-vamp. My mother, who's pagan, helped out, as well, showing me things that my brother didn't know about.

The fae bit... I don't know. I think that's been my entire life. I've always been drawn to pictures and figurines of fairies, elves, and the like. I've even been called Pixie by close friends and family for as long as I can remember. *shrugs* Other'n that, I don't know what else to say about it.

[Amenthyst]

i was about 7 when i desided that i may be different, because when i was young from like 4 to 8 i used to speak in another language, like giborish but different and only my older sister could understand it, but couldnt speak it, so she relaid messages to my parents for me until they wouldnt get me or do anything for me till i started to speak english, and now i cant speak that language anymore.

[Obscure Thoughts]

Amenthyst, my sister was the same way. My mother called it "Dutch", since, to her, it might as well have been, since she couldn't speak it. I and my other two sisters could understand it, but the youngest one could somewhat speak it, just because she was born hearing it. Whenever we went to family gatherings, my sisters and I had to play translator.


I was talking on the phone earlier, and for someodd reason we got to talking about the early years of my childhood. Apparently, friends of my mother's back in the 80's were convinced that my imaginary friend might possibly have been a ghost, since I always described her was wearing several skirts together, and she never wanted to play Barbies or My Little Ponies, but instead tea party and Pretty Princess type games. I had forgotten all about her, except her name, which I use as an alias, and couldn't remember where I had gotten it in the first place. Apparently my mother's family has a trait where we can sometimes get messages from the dead, and my mom is convinced that my imaginary friend was proof that it was passed on to me. It's creepy, yet comforting at times. I can honestly threaten my close friends that "You'd better be good and stay safe, cause if you're not safe wherever you are, and you die, I'm going to constantly hound you in the afterlife until you get it through your head to do what I say next go 'round." ^_^