Being psychic can be detracting on the dating scene. Some people think that being psychic means I can read someone’s mind all the time; some people think my predictions are always right. Of course there are those who see the gift as a curse – only someone who is truly evil could have these abilities. Finally, there are those who know the whole thing is crap, and you are a dingbat. So, you may not even get a chance to explain that you can “turn down” your abilities, can be dead wrong, and don’t hurt little animals. Oh, in addition, there are psychics who can’t read for themselves. Some truly can’t separate into both client and reader; others have ethical issues with reading for themselves.
But then there’s little ol’ me (and other’s like me) who can and do use the cards for personal sanity checks. My childhood was scary and violent. Had I not been psychic, I would not have survived. I found that my skills were better focused by using the cards, so they became a big part of my teen years. Yes, I saw boyfriends come and go. I was able to spot when someone was a couple of dates only. I saw when I would have to deal with a suitor who was as appetizing as a root canal. The cards helped to keep me on an even keel emotionally, and dodge encounters that would have caused weeks of teen trauma.
When I drifted into my first serious relationship, the cards came along. This was the early 70’s before woman’s rights took center stage. It was a time when a woman’s ticket out of Podunk Nowhere was walking down the aisle with someone who had two plane tickets to anywhere else tucked in their tuxedo pocket. So many girlfriends and I chose out of desperation