I mentioned a while back that his thoughts had been behind a fog and I wasn’t sure if there was something going on with my ability. When everything went down with my sister, I kind of forgot about it, chalking up the weirdness with her thoughts to the fact that her ability was coming into being. But that doesn’t explain my dad’s thoughts being altered too … unless there’s some kind of interference? I mean, we now have four Unusuals in the same household—could we all just be screwing up each other’s abilities? I haven’t talked to either of my parents about them having issues with their powers, but maybe I should.

I bring all this up because it happened again with my dad. He was out in the yard, just standing there. When I asked him what he was up to, he kind of just shook his head and mumbled something about gardening, but I felt that same weird fogginess when I tried to look into his head. It dissipated pretty quick but it’s still got me wigging out.

Anyway. Just thought y’all might want an update.

chuckxavier

Definitely keep us posted—the interference theory is an interesting one.

tacotacotaco

Maybe it’s time for a full family checkup where your sister is? Might be worth getting everyone looked at to make sure it’s all okay.

thatsahumanperson

My mom really doesn’t like it there. She’ll go once a year for her physical, but that’s it. But … you may be right. Maybe I can convince my dad to go get checked out.

OCTOBER 3RD, 2016

Okay, so, bit of a setback.

I had group therapy again today and I guess I’ve gotten too confident about not falling asleep randomly anymore because I really let my guard down. I was sitting there, half-listening to Marco talk about how he’d introduced himself to a girl with a different face and it turned out he now really likes that girl and has to figure out how to reintroduce himself with his real face so that he can genuinely date her as himself, and then I fell asleep.

I wonder now if it’s because I was so emotionally exhausted from the previous ten minutes. I had unloaded way more than I was planning to, even saying some things that I hadn’t even realized I’d been feeling. That’s the point of therapy I guess.

It all started with a simple question.

“How has your time at the AM been so far, Rose?” Dr. Loving asked, and five pairs of eyes swiveled to stare at me.

“Oh, um,” I started, even though she’d warned me that I’d be asked to share this go around. “It’s been fine.”