No, I was not a teenaged Gidget and I've never stood on a table holding
anything other than my a UNION sign. I've never broken down while proclaiming "...Right now you like me" (at least in public) and though I have many personalities, without a diagnosis, I'll stick with Dale rather than Sybil.
During the 1970s, the subject of Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) seemed to be on everyone's minds and a topic of some fascination in the media. Some might say it began at birth but things really began to unravel for me in 1973 when a series called 'The Girl With Something Extra' began airing on television starring Sally Field as a housewife with ESP. It may have been billed as a comedy but after watching only a few minutes of it, things didn't seem so funny.
While I can't imagine there was much of anything nefarious going on in my tender 9 year old brain, I became suspicious that perhaps some people could actually read minds and I began taking precautions in earnest in case they were scanning me.
If ever someone held my stare longer than I felt comfortable with, my first line of defense was to launch into a silent but simple cloud of noise comprised of la la la la la la las which rang through my head for as long as it took to change the subject I'd been pondering before the intrusion. When someone insisted on remaining in my orbit and actually engaging me, I sometimes went to a stage two higher alert involving more deliberate conversations with myself about the weather or the rising cost of popsicles. I made sure not to move my lips when I did this and eventually, things would clear enough for me to be able to carry on a conversation.
My suspicion that people were reading my mind lingered for years and even on occasion now, I feel the need to scramble my thoughts. Seeing through me is one thing but listening in on me? Unforgivable.
If you ever find yourself talking to me or at me and I seem momentarily distracted or otherwise engaged, try not to take it personally, it's not you, it's her.
Damn you Sally Field!