oh, my ****ing God. They wonder why the little kid is screwed up!?
So we talked for a while about being an empath (dammit, he had to inherit THAT from me?) and what that means. I taught him how to bring up his shield. I told him about Kwan Yin and even put her statue, and the rest of the items I have for her altar, in his room.
there is your problem, Mam. You are a fruitcake.